Текст песни И.Кобзон и Ансамбль ВВ МВД РФ - Тропинка детства

The glow of the distant childhood:
    Sway swings in the sky,
    And in a spray of rain above water
    Laughing young father.
    A heart I listen to the voice of the homeland.
    And in the field with ear whispering ear.
    Happy, I'm running across the grass.
    What kind of flowers in a meadow!
    Smelled the footpath at the ford
    Rosa, cornflowers and honey.
    And I'm on the wagon green
    Green summer'm taking.
    A heart I listen to the voice of the homeland.
    And in the field with ear whispering ear.
    Happy, I'm running across the grass.
    What kind of flowers in a meadow!
    In the forest, ripe strawberries.
    And the girl in a white dress
    Above clean and fast river
    I thin waves.
    A heart I listen to the voice of the homeland.
    And in the field with ear whispering ear.
    Happy, I'm running across the grass.
    What kind of flowers in a meadow!
(Mikhail Vishnyakov words Evseevich)