Татьяна Рузавина и Сергей Таюшев - А у нас во дворе...
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Record from the anniversary evening of the poet Leo Oshanin. From the repertoire of Joseph Kobzon and Maya Kristalinskaya.

Songs from the cycle "And in our yard":

And in our yard ... (1962)
And again in the yard ...
I'll wait for you (and outside the window is rain, then snow, 1962)
Three years later (this yard is again)
Childhood went into the distance (Predav. Maye Kristalinskaya)

And in our yard
There is one girl alone,
Among the noisy friends
She is inconspicuous
None of the guys
She is inconspicuous.

I look after her -
There is nothing in it
And I look all -
I do not take the eye.

I have a friend
I have been familiar with him since childhood,
But I'm silent about her
Even with the best friend.
For some reason I am silent
Even with the best friend.

I look after her -
There is nothing in it
And I look all -
I do not take the eye.

I'm not afraid of guys
And no night, no day
Not cool fists
No water, no fire
And with her as if suddenly
Replace me.

I look after her -
There is nothing in it
And I look all -
I do not take the eye.

Here again in the evening
I'm standing at the gate
She walks past from the bakery with a bun.
I stand and look
And the resentment takes.

I look after her -
There is nothing in it
And I look all -
I do not take the eye.

Or knocking in the morning
Sheels she
Forgetting about everything
I follow the window.
And I don't know why
I need her so much.

I look after her -
There is nothing in it
And I look all -
I do not take the eye.
And I look all -
I do not take the eye.
And I look all -
I don't take the eye ...

And again in the yard

Music A. Ostrovsky
The words of L. Oshanin

You will not be sad, maybe we will meet yet, -
I will not run away from you anywhere.
No matter how much I will stay on the way,
And I will return at least for the evening here.

Chorus (2 times):

And again in the yard
The plate sings to us
And say goodbye to you
It does not all give.

Do not take your hand, please ...
No matter how fate is for us, -
Forget me tomorrow, I will be able to mom, -
A kiss goodbye at least once!

In shoes on cloves, in a thin sweater,
Stupid, everything torments you one thing:
No matter how girlfriends they saw you,
Yes, old people who knock on dominoes.

Do not hide your lips and do not look around.
You really want, but I like it
Remember the apartment one hundred twenty -ninth,
Your light on the sixth floor.

You will not be sad, maybe we will meet yet, -
I will not run away from you anywhere.
No matter how much I will stay on the way,
And I will return at least for the evening here.

We can’t do without songs. Comp. Yu. G. Ivanov. Muses. Editor S.V. Pyankov. - Smolensk: Rusich, 2004

From the song cycle "And in our yard", which began with the song of the same name, composed in 1962 and performed by Joseph Kobzon.

You looked at me
You were looking for me everywhere.
I used to run
Keeping your views from all.
And now you are gone
For some reason you are not.
I want you to be
To look at me the same way.

Chorus:
And outside the window there is now rain, then snow,
And it's time to sleep, and do not fall asleep.
All the same yard, all the same laughter ...
And only you are missing a little bit.

I'm walking without you
Lane, acquaintances.
I'm not in a hurry with you
Not with you, but with Natasha in the cinema.
And they send you hello
The windows of a quiet house
Yes, even old people,
that all the same knock in the domino.

Chorus.

In the courtyard is Demina
They twist the same plate.
You said you will come
At least for the evening you will return here.
I don’t need an evening
The evening is small, like a grain of sand.
I'll wait for you,
Only you come forever.

Chorus.

Here is this yard again
My kind old house.
I have been from those happy pores
Three years was not in him.
On the sweet floor
Squares of fire,
Now they are already
They are not burning for me.

Everything is different here suddenly
And the rain is different, and snow.
Another record sound,
Another girl laughter.
Knocking a long time ago
Other heels,
And only for domino
All the same old people.

Here is my lane,
But there is no response.
I returned home
And you didn't wait.
At these gates
He guarded your steps.
Where he is now flickering
Your thin