Текст песни Анна Соколова - Считалки детские

music - Anna Sokolova
poetry - Karina Filippova

Dora-dora-tomato -
There is no house, no fence ...

Anti-aircraft guns banged, neighbors groaned,
The bombings multiplied the ungodly words.
We played, we played refugees
In a dilapidated bomb shelter.

And on alarm, as on a date,
Stuffing the dolls in a shoe bag
Death in the waiting room
Children’s counters repeated in a whisper.
Dora-dora-tomato ...

There were eight of us, almost the weather,
Some are eight, some are less than a year old.
Now four, on different occasions:
Some from the bombing, and some from hunger.

Four girls in a bomb shelter
Four women - four refugees.
- What are you without a husband? - Yes, it happened,
- And you? - But somehow it didn't work out,
Probably, our wars got ...
And we? We didn’t play enough in childhood.

Dora-dora-tomato -
There is no house, no fence ...