Текст песни Наталья Баранова - панамки Вадим Егоров

In the meadow, a kindergarten, someone's granddaughters, someone's daughters
And their panamas stick out like white mushrooms
Oh, what a grace, heaven dressed in azure
The river is at hand, the river is at hand
One week before the war

Siren howl, Leningrad, gunfire
the kindergarten floats away from the blockade, from the blockade
and mothers have longing for Ilyushka and for Nanka
For the only one, for the only one
Floating Panama

Sailing across the ship with the fiery fiend of hell
Messerschmitt's black cross soared over the kindergarten
In war, as in war - hit without error
And panamas on the wave, and panamas on the wave
Like white water lilies

Good God, can't it happen again
Good God, they'd already be over 30
The same meadow and that river, children's chirping in the clearing
and clouds rush and clouds rush
Like white panamas