Текст песни Ян Писака - Вырос

I will go out into the yard, where once a boy
Trying to understand the world, which has been around,
Where lost and won the first chip,
Where the first time knew what it means to be a friend.

I'll take a walk around the neighborhood children's world,
I will find her childhood in planted oak,
And now do not recognize passers-by
The boy was a neighbor, that knocked out a tooth.

Do not banish neighbor for loud games,
Do not go to the creeks run ships we
I will no longer stick out again killed,
And we will not shoot at the windows we rowan.

I will go out into the yard, where there is an old swing,
Where trees are cut down those under the bungee,
Where he is walking with the boys during the evening,
Where dream to build huge castles.

I'll take a walk around the neighborhood painfully familiar,
And I note how much has changed around,
Been here quite different laws,
And I understand, finally, as all the same rose.