Игорь Белов - Дороги детства
текст песни

Alcohol nicotine
Our childhood is white smoke
Like fog over a river
This pain is like a wedge
Tears me from the depths
New day, new fight

The roads of childhood are so easy
But their wild tangle of prostitutes
And they won’t lead to any good
You son, you son
But you chose this path yourself
Well, don't be afraid and go
Dear difficult to the Garden of Eden
The magical garden of your dreams

Tie it up and forget it
Stop drinking forever
Conscience whispers its way
To pray again
Howl like a wolf at a glass
Childhood remembers and waits

The roads of childhood are so easy
But their wild tangle of prostitutes
And they won’t lead to any good
You son, you son
But you chose this path yourself
Well, don't be afraid and go
Dear difficult to the Garden of Eden
The magical garden of your dreams

The roads of childhood are so easy
But their wild tangle of prostitutes
And it didn’t come to any good
You son, you son
But you chose this path yourself
Well, don't be afraid and go
Dear difficult to the Garden of Eden
The magical garden of your dreams