Текст песни Валентина Ольшанская - Детства берег родной

A house across the field near the river,
Everything about him is familiar and beloved.
My childhood lives here
My youth lives on
The old house protects them,
It still protects.

Chorus.
In the summer in the field of cornflowers,
And above them are moths
And the fog over the river -
A native shore of childhood.
Cornflower summer,
Familiar tape
Roads from home
And the way home.

My native space will call me
In the morning the bird choir will wake up,
I will go back to my childhood
Grateful to fate
On unmown grasses,
On a familiar path.

I will enter a cozy warm house
The most important on my way,
Here everyone will be glad to me
I am back,
Here I am the most beloved
The most dear.