Текст песни Ольга Зарубина - Старая игрушка

Many songs about childhood were invented for a reason,
No one will ever be able to part with childhood.
I remember my father once brought me a gift -
A funny groovy fluffy cat.

He meowed plaintively and held his tail in a pipe.
I wanted to start a toy without end,
But the spring burst, and the cat became motionless,
Thus pleased both mother and father.

If something makes me sad -
You never know what can happen sometimes
I gently iron an old toy
And my sorrows melt away without a trace.

If something makes me sad -
You never know what can happen sometimes
I gently iron an old toy
And my sorrows melt away without a trace.

There are sorrows and losses in our life,
After all, everything cannot be successfully laid out on the shelves
And be disappointed and not believe anymore
It is not so easy to understand and experience.

I will not throw the old toy out of the house -
I keep it like a naive amulet of my childhood.
May it stay in the back streets of the heart forever
A cheerful, bright holiday from those distant years.

If something makes me sad -
You never know what can happen sometimes
I gently iron an old toy
And my sorrows melt away without a trace.

If something makes me sad -
You never know what can happen sometimes
I gently iron an old toy
And my sorrows melt away without a trace
Melt without a trace, melt without a trace
They melt without a trace, melt without a trace ...

I gently iron an old toy
I gently iron an old toy
I gently iron an old toy ...