Текст песни Петр Маняхин - Мы играли детьми

We played the children in the yard
on the margins of history.
Climbing the stairs, in unison shouted "Hurrah!"
And of twigs, leaves and stones to strengthen built.
A swing for us - a medieval battering ram.

However, over the creek we as Terkin sought to Kiev
On icy water safely splashed barefoot.
Games are the same,
Now we are no longer.
And kulichiki
turned into bags
sand.

My uncle came to us, there is something said pathetically. we
He touched hands, entirely braided veins.
He played games with us, called them patriotic,
But in the beginning always somehow inserted "military".

Flew the year, and none of us had not noticed:
Our bare feet encased in boots.
And over the yard dashing wind walks.
Someone sniffing gunpowder,
someone has already died.

We were taught not to feel sorry for myself and love the country.
And now we do not know how to love people.
We will wait until the kids are playing in the war.
And then go barefoot walk on the water.