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Childhood, childhood, where'd you run away?
Childhood, childhood, why so fast today?
I haven't had my fill of you just yet.
Childhood, childhood, wait for me, don't go.
Every year it calls me back,
Down the yard and down that track.
А я хочу, а я хочу опять, попри шампы, я ходу к ведьме.
Дрозды в Наташку дёгат за косу, на самокате мчатся по двору.
По двору.
Older ladies eyes from the side,
They don't know the little brats we were.
Natasha and I are walking through the yard,
And we don't care about a thing at all.
Back when all the world was ours,
Just the wind and summer hours.
And I want, and I want once more, race the rooftop,
Chase the pigeons off.
Tease Natasha, tug her by the braid,
Ride my scooter flying through the yard.
Childhood, childhood, where have you now gone?
Where's that cozy little corner found?
My dear, childhood's far beyond my reach.
All that's left is bittersweet recall.
Still it lives inside my voice, like a memory,
Like a choice.
And I want, and I want once more, race the rooftop,
Chase the pigeons off.
Tease Natasha, tug her by the braid,
Ride my scooter flying through the yard.
А я хочу, а я хочу опять, попри шампы, как голубей гонят.
Дрозды в Наташку дёргат за косу,
На самокате мчатся по двору.
А я хочу, а я хочу опять, попри шампы, как голубей гонят.
Дрозды в Наташку дёргат за косу,
На самокате мчатся по двору.
По двору.
Childhood, wait for me, по двору.