Текст песни Виталий Соломин - Старые пластинки

Golden Balls - Larisa Rubal

I remember all the time
Our old yards,
Where under autumn bloomed
Golden balls.
In the parisades of Goreli.
Yellow joyful fire.
Swipe quiet weeks
So lived day after day.

Chorus:
Golden balls are childhood children,
Golden balls of the distant pore.
Golden balls burned fires,
Gold fires of that distant pore.

Returned everything from work,
It was not necessary for the phone.
There were common worries
And one pattephone.
Tango old sounded
Dancing who could.
From the courtyard fell the beginning
Love, fate, roads.
Chorus:

I'll buy in the market in the morning
Golden Bowls Bouquet.
No old plates,
As if the memory of those years.
Everyone who lived next door to
Warm evening will gather
And again dear childhood
We will behave memory.
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