Текст песни Алексей Горбунов - Когда-то мы жили в горах

Sergey Dovlatov:
Tetushka Siranush told me what happened. It turns out that Uncle offered a bonfire and grind a kebab.
"You will merge parquet," Siranush stopped him.
"I have a little roofing iron in my portfolio," Uncle Horen said.
"Carry him here," my uncle ordered, looking backing the Finnish headset ...
Once we lived in the mountains. They roamed herds along the southern borders of Russia. We taught them to capture, to the yoke. We did not bother them. But this love remained only in the songs.
Once we were black. We flew all day on the shore of Sevan. And envying a beautiful girl, wrote sick on the stomach the words of love.
Once we ride riding. And now they should have in trolleybus rates. And we sleep on the go.
Once we went down to the cellar. And now we run in a gastronome.
We preferred steep slopes of new buildings.
We offend wives and divorced fires on the floor.
But sometime we lived in the mountains!