Текст песни 492.Вера Матвеева - Детство

It came back delicious
like icicles from the roof
and crunched on his teeth,
falling, ringing.
It came back to me
but I didn't turn around
and no, no, no more
my childhood.

Dandelions from childhood
arrows were shot at me
and each seemed to me
fragile and good.
And only now I found out
that I was mortally wounded -
by the very feathers
the arrow entered me.

Ah, evil dandelions
ruthless warriors!
You aim at me
all his technique.
But I am not a conqueror
but I am no longer a warrior:
on your territory
I'm a prisoner.

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The song is written in my very old words. The fact is that I have been writing songs recently, and poems - a very long time ago, from a tender age. First I wrote about school, about holidays, then everything about other things and about something else. Finally, in the eighth grade, I wrote a poem about my childhood. It turned out to be quite long, rather clumsy in some places.

And then, somewhere at the institute, I came across this text. Already when I later began to write songs, I decided that it was quite similar to a song. I threw out something, added something, and it turned out to be a song about childhood.

Some people say that every self-respecting author should have a song about childhood in his repertoire. I'm not out of these considerations: it's just that everyone at some point in time will suddenly sigh that childhood will no longer be ...

Until October 1972