Текст песни Posternak - Детство

daddy's "victory" slaps branches on the door
how can I forget it, my summer my childhood
where can I go it is in me to all the cells of my heart, but death itself
thank you my city
what's so beautiful what's so long
this element does not subside
poems power
tsunami every scenario
your side streets compressed by walls
eagerly into my verse
you honed my genres my style
forgive all those who leave you or someday leave their laughter their name
stay close they will not return
the ghosts of my youth
they would be happy themselves
your streets are remembered
their steps in profile
on the old photo
but you have already become different
changed the form as school phone numbers
I typed but only in the background
commuter train horns
someone's sigh from the windows of the veranda
in the tube somewhere far away
my brother and I run to drink milk
when mom calls us from the kitchen
and a downpour is about to fall from the sky
caught by surprise with a flash of lightning
among the hurried paths I remember everything
here every breath is dedicated to you
you are a piano forgotten in the rain
performing a symphony of drops
like a sharp scalpel on my subcortex
my school report card where there are only threes
how many tears and happiness these summer cottages remember
cycling flower beds washstand
I started here and I will end here,
among the strict lines of your balconies
mansard parks where I wrote poetry novels
dad brother mom, sisters are so deeply rooted
you have not yet been taken away and will not be taken away
the names of loved ones are hammered into the heart each name
among old and new where my word was born
where is the rustle of spring foliage
among my notes
all my skill in your street crossword puzzle
and it looks like the last letter in a phone booth
I look at the alleys in the morning
into a brittle and echoing ball
arches of cast-iron gratings, courtyards, sidewalks
quiet whisper of houses someone's flourish at the bus stop, narrow paths,
largest square in Europe and cracks
in granite as history leaps past the notes old men domino tables
songs and swearing a rough corner in a torn poster and above
roof palms of the sky in lines
tram destinies
into this seine the night falls like a star
train whistles and every breath you take will be with me again

I'm not forgiven, let me return to my youth in a few years
let me get on tram number twenty
burst into tears seeing you in wet glass
through you to the center
under the siren
everything is so valuable here
and where she waits with a branch of lilac
so springtime in the rain
i'm defeated i'm paying the bills
there is no stronger shield,
whose granite of yours keeps me safe
your rhythm inside
in every stone window
i am glad to follow karma
hold on to the roots
you are like a virus in me I grew up here
you are my city
step on the throat
the weight of buildings no will not crush
I learned to forgive to keep you simple but
my universe will end in your dumb goodbye

I remember those who left and those who returned
considering happiness they will touch
to your bricks like an ancient tablet
their sadness is like a seal like an eternal brand on their faces inside with a dagger what a pity
and again ready to say goodbye to the square in front of the station
her eyes didn't say anything and I didn't say what was between us
I knew those who filled their baskets with stones and whiled away the winters
and then dumped like ballast keeping balance
but only water was pouring from the eyes of Summer, always all tickets are one way
oh my father, how can I forget this is your "victory" slaps the branches on the door
how can I forget it, my summer my childhood
where can I go it is in me to all the cells of my heart, but death itself