Текст песни Вадим и Валерий Мищуки - Маленький, глупый, больной

FROM CHILDHOOD
David Samoilov

I - a small , throat sore throat .
Outside the snow is falling .
And Dad sings to me: " How now
Sbiralsya prophetic Oleg ... "

I listen to a song and I cry ,
The sobs in the pillow soul
And hiding the shameful tears ,
And on, and on request .

Autumn fly Apartment
Drowsy buzzing behind the wall .
And the cry of the frailty of the world
I'm a little stupid , sick .