Текст песни Лариса Мондрус - Песенка из детства

The memory falls on the shoulders -
Like wet February snow.
I don't know why,
But suddenly I remembered -
Dot, dot, comma,
Minus the face is a curve,
Stick, stick, cucumber - so the little man came out.

It's easy to build a house in childhood
So that he was pine higher -
I'll draw a sharp angle
And I live under a blue roof.
And at the house I will draw
Cucumber and circle.
So the little man came out -
My bosom friend.

Rowan summer to me
Doesn't order to wake up.
The illustration shows autumn with branches
Tears off a yellow leaf.
Cold wind from the yard
Drives childhood beyond the threshold.
The little man is running away
My bosom friend.

How many years have I been looking for you
As I left the house yesterday.
How many years have I called you -
Only you can't hear me.
Evening outside your window
I lit the white stars.
Where do you roam, little man.
My bosom friend.