Текст песни Берг - 2

And I will see a dream again
Where am I still a small, stupid boy, playing with a ball outside the window,
I will look again at the crimson leaves,
On trees of bizarre shapes
The clouds are incomprehensibly beautiful
Similar to white, fluffy moles.
I will dream of childhood again
A dump truck full of sand
Marks, which I marked the growth, wanting litter of adolescence.
When I wake up I remember how happy I was as a child.
I involuntarily let out a tear!
I remember my little jacket,
Stickers on an old wooden cabinet.
How the time passed quickly
How quickly the years have changed
A sweater with a typewriter has changed a strict tie,
Now all the cases, the university, the city.
Casting is no longer so green
The trees have lost their former color
Souls withered like phylacas
On a dilapidated table.
Our old friends have sullen faces,
And at home there is only a red block Malbara,
But the old hope smolders in my heart,
That the world isn't so bad
We want to believe that we are still children
Just in the clothes of the fathers.