Текст песни Александр Каменский - Зимний вечер

Winter evening, birthday
Feast with little sadness
Float out of oblivion
My memory pictures.

My childhood is an early haze,
Sailing along the water surface
And melts like in a fog
Gently stroking the face.

I remember - morning, sun ray
He’ll look into my room,
I wake up and under the pillow -
What will mom give me there?

In a round dance a circle of events:
Meetings of the past and parting,
A beaten dog on the road
It seems that she is not repenting ...

I got up early, and to the station,
I took a ticket for leaving
And left for his childhood
Not in dreams. And now!