492.Вера Матвеева - Детство - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It has returned tasty

like icicles from the roof,

And it crouched on the teeth,

It fell, ringing.

It returned to me

But I did not turn around

And no, no, no more

I have childhood.

From childhood dandelions

Arrows were launched into me

And everyone seemed to me

Fragile and good.

And only now I found out

that was wounded deadly -

on the most fever

The arrow entered me.

Ah, evil dandelions,

Ruthless warriors!

You aimed at me

All our technique.

But I am not a conqueror

But I am no longer a warrior:

On your territory

I am a prisoner.

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The song is written on my very old words. The fact is that I have been writing songs recently, and poetry - for a very long time, from a tender age. First I wrote about school, about holidays, then everything about something else and about something else. Finally, in the eighth grade I wrote a poem about childhood. It turned out quite long, rather clumsy in some places.

And then, somewhere at the institute, I came across this text. Already when I then began to write songs, I decided that it was quite like a song. I threw something away, added something, and I got a song about my childhood.

Some people say that every self -respecting author should have a song about childhood in his repertoire. I am not for these reasons: just everyone in some period of time suddenly signs that there will be no childhood ...

Until October 1972