Текст песни Пацанка - Ждал, тот мальчишка во дворе...

I waited for the boy in the yard of a night,
 He knew that his mother let her daughter,
 It was the first window of the kiss here
 On the fourth floor

 He was on the bench carved name Shmona,
 Uchastvova utretsa received ringing,
 And Rabit glass stone, shout
 And a neighbor in niglyazhe ...

 Yard native old courtyard
 Forgetting is not possible, their maples greets me
 Janitor all the old janitor sweeping the paths,
 As if the happiness of childhood sweeps

 Shadow in the bustle of small things melts,
 Laziness I'm tired of all know the rain,
 Lit a cigarette and look at the puddle,
 There's a reflection of spring ...

 I naberayu your number again,
 It should not even have a phone in the area,
 Cloak of two blocks in the rain gray
 Here are all the dreams even left ...

 Yard native Old Yard
 Forgetting is not possible, his maples to meet me,
 Janitor all the old janitor sweeping the paths
 As if the happiness of childhood sweeps.