Life of wonderful people
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Nothing more wonderful
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own life, or days,
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Memorable to ourselves, and nothing more.
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And wherever it falls to us to live,
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In a sleepy flight weightless
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We are meant to soar
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Over our city and home,
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Where we know all the neighbors
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And along the street next door
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We are riding a bicycle for the first time,
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And we drink kvass by the yellow barrel.
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Where are the secrets from the candy wrappers,
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May Day portraits,
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Lenin and Stalin's precepts,
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They cannot be deceived yet.
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Far from school hardships,
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Red ties and banners
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Only from elderberry and wolfberries
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Sometimes not a very important chair.
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Maybug and Colorado,
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And the fox costume is stupid,
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And our hockey is stronger than Canadian,
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And in general... In general, in general, in general!
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Life of wonderful people
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Our home and neighborhood
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Resulted like all
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This country is undivided.
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Strictly watched Marat Kazei,
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How we drank cocoa
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In the light of decisions and ideas,
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In the world of Dzhulbars and jump ropes.
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With the book "Robinson Crusoe",
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And with boiled corn,
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Under the vinyl is still Caruso,
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And under a hissing gramophone.
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The smell of Christmas trees and carbide,
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Neither Jesus nor David
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Only skyscrapers of Moscow State University and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs
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On color postcards from Moscow.
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There was a theater at the microphone,
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And a machine with cologne,
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TV at someone's house
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There was one, and we all went to him.
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Life of wonderful people
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Hidden from our eyes
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Long fence camps
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And with dumbness who understood everything.
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From us, who have never seen a war,
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From those who have not heard, except for "Zorka"
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In the morning for schoolchildren of the country,
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Some bitter revelations.
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Pure ether from cataclysms,
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And 20 years before communism,
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But for a young body
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There are also GTO norms.
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And "Aurora" on the coin,
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And smoking in the toilet
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And the lucky number on the blue ticket,
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And Natalia Varley.
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Life of wonderful people
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From unpretentious coloring
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Until our damned days,
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She is only our own.
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And no matter how much they fall on the snow,
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And no matter how strained the veins,
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It's already the 21st century
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And, thank God, we are alive. |