Текст песни 1 - Детство Золотое

My mother often spoke in childhood
That life is crazy until the good will not bring
And what awaits you the wretched grave
Yes, not in the coffin, but at the cemetery gate.
I drank in the morning until the breath
And because my house looked like a blend
I didn't even leave women without attention ...
With a question of Hamlet "You will give or not give"
Childhood golden, fun time
Mom windows washes and calling home from the courtyard
Childhood golden, passes .. Well, let
From the pain of the heart whines: "Shut up! Shut up ... I won't be back."
I remember exactly the school system,
When I was transferred to the special. Class
For the fact that I slept with the girl faith
For the fact that I fell in love for the first time ..
Smoke cigarettes began to replace me air
My caste has become like a wedding ring ..
I fought so that sooner or later
I began to forget my normal face.
Childhood golden, fun time
Mom windows washes and calling home from the courtyard
Childhood golden, passes .. Well, let
From the pain of the heart whines: "Shut up! Shut up ... I won't be back."
Well, now solid, fat uncle
Drinks at night, and the wife is waiting for the wife
He traded both without looking
On the Verka that my son gave birth.
And where is this barefoot boy?
Probably also he clings his father ..
How I once, in his mouth shouting my finger
At night we cried, sickling scone.
Childhood golden, fun time
Mom windows washes and calling home from the courtyard
Childhood golden, passes .. Well, let
From the pain of the heart whines: "Shut up! Shut up ... I WILL NOT RETURN ..
I will not be back..."