Текст песни Евгений Клячкин - Моим ровесникам

Gm
"There is a bull, swinging ..."
H7 C
What he dreamed?
E7 Am E7
Perhaps we have forgotten the words.
Am
For half his life lived
With D7
And look it would be possible,
                              G E7
But so as not dizzy -
Am D7 G
Cold head remained.

He dragged himself dragged,
And under his foot cloud
Purposely taken for mist.
Though years passed spirals
Friends, we have not lost,
But to lose heat at home -
Comfortable and flimsy homes.

Our girls are rolling,
Tugging at her dress,
On the sled on the sled downhill.
And everything is as usual -
There, disagree,
As warm little worlds -
Far and colorful worlds.

And we do not want to be sad,
What appeared patronymic,
And the name just left for friends.
And let rocking board,
But it does not end,
And let the bull falls on it!
And let the bull falls on it!
And let the bull falls on it!
And let the bull falls on it ...

September 1973