Юрий Визбор - Сретенский двор
текст песни

And in the shade, snow lies like a mountain,
As if the snow is unacceptable by spring.
Walks a janitor and frozen February
Coals scrap into small parts.

There is no land in the courtyards,
Puddles - by sea, asphalt - the isthmus.
And ships swim in those seas
With sails in the roar of a ruler.

Hello, hello, my Sretensky courtyard!
I recall through the memory of the dune:
Here it is worth a supporting the fence,
Froding youth in the war.

Here is the vest - from washing Bela,
Here is the boot - he is tanned by harmony.
This was such in those years
Uniform of the Moscow outskirts.

We knew a lot, children of the war,
The enemies-prostate enemies beat together.
And rushed through the yards
By a short scream: "Atanda!"

Who were we? Shpana is not a punks
Nozzlechschina from the streets of the hunchbacked,
Where, like fish, they surfaced from the bottom
Silver balloons.

I saw vanity and space
I heard the speech of other people's coasts.
I swim to my Sretensky yard,
As if to the port from which he came out.

But my holds are empty, in dust ...
Only hopes - and those for a penny ...
Ah, I would return those ships to me
With sails in the roar of a ruler!