Гарик Кричевский - Черешня
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And the cherries in my mother’s garden
How beautiful the young bride is
It's been so long since I've seen spring
It's not safe to even remember
In the crazy rhythm of cities
Wild animal in the hunting pen
And I'm afraid that I'll mess things up
I'm in my home neighborhood
Come on brother, take me home
I fell in love with this free life
Step on the gas, drive the road
After all, the man was freed in two hours
I'll go to places I know
Where the wind blows in an open field
And to your beloved old people
I'll tell you about will and bondage
I'll tell you about the eternal snow
The truth and legends of our dacha
And when the words run out
I'll just drink to my dad for good luck
Come on brother, take me home
I fell in love with this free life
Step on the gas, drive the road
After all, the man was freed in two hours
Everything has changed dramatically
In your native city it’s like in a foreign land
And old friends and girlfriends
There is no trace of it in the area
On the roads of difficult fate
There were victories and losses
It's just a pity that my chicks
They grew up so quickly without me
Half-asleep street lights
They dimly light our way
Don't take me, brother,
Only to Petrovka, for God's sake
I want to see the old house
Where is the beautiful cherry tree in the garden?
You know, mom, I'll tell you later
“I returned poor, but sinless”
Come on brother, take me home
I fell in love with this free life
Step on the gas, drive the road
After all, the man was freed in two hours
Come on brother, take me home
I fell in love with this free life
Step on the gas, drive the road
After all, the man was freed in two hours
And the cherries in my mother’s garden
How beautiful the young bride is
It's been a long time since I've seen spring
It's not safe to even remember