Николай Караченцов и Ирина Уварова - Мы в садовников играли
текст песни

We are gardeners played ...

Remember the old world of one-storey courtyard?

It seemed very important a child's game.

All it seemed secret,

Everything seemed coincidental.

Our garden bloomed, and approached

Our youth to go.

I was born gardener,

I was seriously angry.

All flowers have bothered me,

I looked at you.

We are gardeners played,

We chose each other,

It seemed, in fact,

What is the fate.

Our games have matured since that distant day.

It became for a long time multi-storey old childhood courtyard.

And on the subway at the junction

Someone suddenly comes to me,

Both known and unknown,

It starts a conversation.

I was born gardener,

I was seriously angry.

All flowers have bothered me,

I looked at you.

We are gardeners played,

We chose each other,

It seemed, in fact,

What is the fate.

You know, still remains

your opinion and vote.

If we parted yesterday,

Instead of a century ago.

If not in the metro we did,

And on the street did not fall,

We are gardeners play,

And our old garden in bloom.