Текст песни Бивни - ДЕТСТВА НАШЕГО ФУТБОЛ

Remember, driving on the sand
The ball hard, as if the weight?
And because bidonchika kvas
It is the most delicious in the world!

Instead of throwing the gates portfolio
Tie popped into his pocket to school
And the tasty trophy -
Speaker with gramophone!

I hear a song about orlёnka!
Driven on prodlёnku!
The ball is out the window to drive the weak.
Childhood our football ...

I remember a girl went to the movies,
Clutching like a bird, her palm.
Deshёvenkim smelled of wine,
In the shower flowed harmonica.

She told me that the film - garbage!
We did not understand each other.
It's w & quot; Eleven hopes & quot;
So what? You Th fool? - She left with a friend.

On examination ambush!
And me three ways just right!
And do not take the Komsomol!
Childhood our football ...

As if it was not with me,
So far, and fading memory,
Childhood baldёzhnogo football ...
I somewhere left ...