Текст песни Анатолий Королёв - Сивка Бурка

Childhood comes in a dream
Old street
A fairy tale that in the evening I
Mom was reading.
Words have sunk into my memory -
If it gets tight
It is necessary, as in a fairy tale, to call
A true friend.

"Sivka-Burka, prophetic kaurka,
Stand in front of me!
Sivka-Burka, stand up as if
Leaf in front of the grass! "
Sivka-Burka, a duffel cow,
I saddle at dawn
I will ride Sivka-Burka,
I don’t know where.

They saved my childhood
Mom's hands
Her fairy tales helped
During the years of separation.
If happened on the way
Trouble, trouble
How I longed to leave
In a fairy tale for happiness!

Flipping through the calendar again
Life pages.
We never have childhood
Will not be repeated.
Only from memory to me
Nowhere to go
Like riding a horse
Into a fairy tale from childhood.

(music by V. Sosnov, lyrics by B. Gersht)