Витя Матанга - Тополя
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There the poplars dropped clouds under our feet
You can’t go back there in a “bla-bla car”
There the mother is younger and the father has a strong hand
My childhood, bye
There the poplars dropped clouds under our feet
You can’t go back there in a “bla-bla car”
There the mother is younger and the father has a strong hand
My childhood, bye
I remember our poplars that were higher than the roofs
And I'm not taller than a meter, I'm a baby
I remember our green yard and four houses
I don’t remember the names of old friends well
We set fire to clouds of poplars under our feet
The neighbor is swearing and chasing us
I wash the dishes to make my mother happy
Returning from a school meeting
When we were just friends
When my friend is not yet my enemy
When there are guests and crystal service in the living room
And not cut down poplars
There the poplars dropped clouds under our feet
You can’t go back there in a “bla-bla car”
There the mother is younger and the father has a strong hand
My childhood, bye
There the poplars dropped clouds under our feet
You can’t go back there in a “bla-bla car”
There the mother is younger and the father has a strong hand
My childhood, bye
When it’s not scary at all, once in a while behind the garages
But I'm scared to show my grades to my mom.
Cigarettes individually, sunflower seeds in glasses
When we've never been drunk before
When you're little, you use a Ural for a bicycle
But you're driving sideways under the frame, and no one has caught up
On long nights you dream about red kama
And finally, there will be no shame in riding with friends
Mom and Dad, thank you for a happy childhood
We weren't rich, but we weren't poor either.
Look how the poplar fluffs are spinning
Don't, son, don't rush, don't grow up
There the poplars dropped clouds under our feet
You can’t go back there in a “bla-bla car”
There the mother is younger and the father has a strong hand
My childhood, bye
There the poplars dropped clouds under our feet
You can’t go back there in a “bla-bla car”
There the mother is younger and the father has a strong hand
My childhood, bye
My childhood, bye
My childhood, bye