Текст песни Юрий Михайлов - Ромашковые поля с сыном

Chamomile fields

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A naughty childhood rushes through the daisy fields
My kite flies, how high is its flight
In the clear blue sky the yellow sun sparkles
I am running with all my might just forward, forward, forward.

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Here in the chamomile fields my childhood got lost,
There is mischief and a careless soul,
Here, as if yesterday my heart was beating so hard
When I raced with all my legs I went forward, forward, forward.

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These daisy fields called me again in childhood,
These chamomile fields are your dream cherished
These chamomile fields you from childhood you are my memory.

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I return to childhood in chamomile fields
And I believe in a cherished dream, come true mine
I will bequeath to my children my inheritance
You love camomile fields with all your heart.