Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Весна

And I, as always, was pulled back
So I see again the facade of our school,
Where once I walked with you in the spring
Where I kissed you in the schoolyard.
 
Spring bloomed with white gardens
And everything revived.
And surprise with flowers first
We hurried our friends.
 
Sang us a radiola about life and love,
And almost like wine, there was drunk blood in my veins.
Spring walked, not forgetting the old courtyard,
Where smoked punks under the window "Belomor"
 
I remember when I played in the first ensemble,
You fell in love with the bass player, and I perished.
But then the local thief Pencil told me:
"Everything will pass, but love is like a mirage in the desert."
 
And some funny Komsomol squad
We were knitting at dances without the need for everyone in a row.
But then returning home to the Crosses
I sang my songs to you under the windows.
 
Flew years, they can no longer catch up,
And long ago the Pencil stopped stealing.
And not all friends from Afghanistan returned
But it happens and I remember our spring.