Константин Жиляков, Ильдар Южный - Золотые времена
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I'll pick up a guitar and remember the old courtyard.
We played hockey and soccer.
We were friends, and rarely fought.
We drifted apart in life, never finding each other again.

So, what if we had to share? No problem!
On Sundays at the cultural center, someone brought a guitar
Suddenly, someone showed me the chords and taught me how

Gop-stop, Taganka, Hooliganka, and a bottle of wine
Susuman and Moldavanka, the golden times
Boyish, zhiganskie, blatnye, hooligan
I'll never forget those songs

I'll pick up a guitar, it's time to remember
Our kind courtyard and the din of communal apartments
The cassette tapes rustle along with conversation
The hoarse baritone of Arkashi Severny

And memory keeps calling me into the distance
Year after year, a new year comes again
And now it's work, home, family
But, as before, we'll sing, friends

Gop-stop, Taganka, Hooliganka, and a bottle of wine
Odessa-mama, Moldavanka, the golden times
Boyish, zhiganskie, blatnye, hooligan
I'll never forget those Songs never

I'll pick up my guitar, so many years have passed
Whiskey's dusted, snow-covered
I'll walk across the strings as if for the first time
And I'll plunge into my youth again

Gop-stop, Taganka, Hooliganka, and a bottle of wine
Susuman and Moldavanka, the golden times
Boys', zhiganskie, blatnye, hooligan
Never forget those songs

Gop-stop, Taganka, Hooliganka, and a bottle of wine
Odessa-mama, Moldavanka, the golden times
Boys', zhiganskie, blatnye, hooligan
Never forget those songs
Never forget those songs
Never forget those songs