Текст песни Алексей Стёпин - Тяжёлое детство

(Music and Poems - Alexey Stepin ©)

Where are you, my friends, bosias dashing?
Who shuddered for the cordon who hooked in prison,
Not with whom to remember me now the days of my boots,
And although I live a nonsense, sad one.
If you are again gathering in a noisy office,
Would be cloudy in the buzz, there were no longguing,
And then under the beer sang a powerful choir
The song of childhood of my brothers-Bosyaki:

Severe childhood, cast iron toys,
Mom indifferent to me
Dad on a black feather
Shot sister from gun
Brother has long been in the run across the country.

Where are you, my girls, cute, relatives?
Scattered you fate in different edges
Not to remember me now the days of my crazy
Channet without big love my music.
If you gather you again on the sandy beach,
Where else about five years ago we were close,
As a balm on the heart you have a song for childhood,
If her bosia brothers sleep:

Severe childhood, cast iron toys,
Mom indifferent to me
Dad on a black feather
Shot sister from gun
Brother has long been in the run across the country.