Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Послушай, старик

Look, old man,
Let us recall with you for a moment
That solar world,
Where warm days.
Look, old man,
We never wrest from books
Miraculously pages.
Remind them

 The old trams,
 Laughter embankments in May,
 The night just for half an hour ...
 Lilies of the valley, tulips,
 From "Princess Nesmeyana"
 They sat down to our voices.

 White steamer
 At my Neve leaves
 To the Emerald Isle ...
 Songs before the dawn ...
 Remember, this summer flies to us ...

 White steamer
 At my Neve leaves
 To the Emerald Isle ...
 Songs before the dawn ...
 Remember, this summer flies to us ...

But the whirlwind blew,
And in the courts did not become children,
And the park was empty,
And the dampness in the walls ...
Empty cinema ...
On the streets there is no sun in the spring,
And I see in the box,
How close to me

 According avenues go
 Abstracts of winters and "Victory".
 Eskimo and there, and then ...
 Waiting for soccer city
 And heard everywhere disputes
 How we score them.

 In shtander we play,
 Motley scattered ...
 I again had no luck ...
 And with a cheerful jingle
 Shatters a pane of glass.

 In shtander we play,
 Motley scattered ...
 I again had no luck ...

 And with a cheerful jingle
 Scatter neighbor's window.
 And with a cheerful jingle
 Shatters a pane of glass.