Текст песни Алексей Шелухин - Мальчишки во дворе играли

The boys were playing in the yard .
The proximity of the fate of their cramped .
Friends have grown and matured ,
And with wine already drunk .
But again , for an extra glass of vodka was
One other out of place
He said that the other would be forgotten ,
A friend had suddenly become the enemy of the other .
The boys were playing in the yard .
Orphanage fate of their cramped .
they did not remember the Fathers ,
But I hated wine.