Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Детство босоногое моё

My barefoot childhood remembers
Like scorching hot roofs at noon
And the salty wind blew the sail
Sheets smelling of the sea
I have a white dove under my shirt,
In the morning I changed it to my bike,
Oh, and it will be scolding at home, only
I am not happier these days.

Chorus. There, there, high above the ground, a flock is circling
If you look up, your head is spinning,
And it's so easy for me, as if I were flying
And next to only the blue sky.

The first timid love Olya,
Until dawn, graduation night at school
The pigeons I raised to the sky
Lips slightly salty from tears.
And, it seemed, somewhere high above blue
The birds wrote her name to me
To make this memory of love first
I carried with me like a palm.
Chorus.
Autumn is already dropping a yellow leaf,
Covering the earth with graying,
You keep old habits holy
Little things catch the eye.
But when the heart is pinched with longing,
I'm going to meet my childhood
Raising white doves into the sky,
Like many years ago.
Chorus.