Текст песни Машина Времени - На Заднем Дворе

In the back yard guys playing siskin,
And the wind of spring is in the rest,
And quietly sings in pristine foliage of poplars,
And mom called us home.
Older children with adult punks
On the table clog & quot; goat & quot; a sweet port wine,
And abrasions on the knee that almost healed,
And eternal Peha in the house opposite,
Who sings that there is a city, quiet as a dream,
And this magical sunset
Cherry blossoms
Can not hear
Cover with a tight yard
Transparent wings,
And the window mom stricter call us home
And, perhaps, it is time to

And tomorrow will again be eternal summer
And a day full of light,
and we will never die ...

When the lights went out,
When I no longer have.