Эдита Пьеха - Город детства
текст песни

Somewhere there is a city, quiet like a dream
Dust of the boobs are listed
In a slow river, water like glass
Somewhere there is a city in which heat
Our distant childhood has passed there ...

At night, I slept
At the checkout station, I will ask the ticket
Maybe for the first time in a thousand years
Give a departure ticket until childhood
Quiet cashier will answer: "There are no tickets" ...

Well, buddy, how to argue,
The road to childhood where else to ask.
Or maybe just sometimes sometimes
Only in my memory I come there.

In the city of this fairy tales live
Chaled winds with their name
There, sometimes we got crazy
Pines to heaven, to the sun at home
There, in the snowdrifts, winter was silent ...

Far song in our fate.
Affectionate city - Thank you,
We will not come, do not wait in vain,
There are other ways on the planet.
We matured, believe us, and sorry.
(OK 1967)
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Music: Frank Miller
Russian text (not translation!): R. Christmas

Words: Terry Gilkyson, Richard Dehr
Greenfields.
(Stylization of Scottish ballads):

Once There Were Green Fields Kissed by The Sun
Once there Were Valleys, Where Rivers Used to Run,
ONCE THERE WERE BLUE SKY WITH WHITE CLOUDS HIGH ABOVE
Once There Were Part of An Everlasting Love.
We Were The Loves Who Strolled Thro 'Green Fields.

Green Fields Are Gone Now, Parched By the Sun,
Gone from the Valleys Where Rivers Used to Run
Gone With the Cold Wind That Swept Into My Heart
Gone With the Lovers Who Let Their Dreams Depart.
Where Are the green fields that we used to roam? ..

I'll Never Know What Made You Run Away.
How Can I Keep Searching WHEN Dark Clouds Hide The Day?
I Only Know There's Nothing Here for Me,
Nothing in this Wide World Left for me to See.

But i'll Keep on Waitin 'Till You Return
I'll Keep on Waitin 'Untill The Day You Learn.
You Can't Be Happy While Your Heart's On The Roam
You Can't Be Happy Untill You Bring It Home
Home To The Green Fields and Me Once Again.

(Woven the Sun of these edges,
Rivers feed green fields,
The sky is a cinema of white clouds,
Two lovers in the power of sweet dreams ...
We are these two in the endless fields.

The rivers of Coughly, the rivers went away,
The herbs are dirty, dottle is awesome,
Wind Cold Hearts disconnected
The wind cold my soul fell ...
Where are those valleys of gone love? ...

I can't find out what happened to you,
That the radiance of the Sun replaced the Gully SIZY,
I just know: the white light became empty,
Not to look at me, there is nothing in it ...

But I hope I hope: you will come.
I hope everything: warm you will save.
Happiness will not, as long as we are on the way,
There will be no happiness until we do
In the house, which costs the medium of green fields.)
(1959)