Текст песни И.Кобзон и Ансамбль ВВ МВД РФ - Тропинка детства

The glow of the distant childhood:
    They sway in the sky swing
    And drops of rain above water
    Laughing the girl's father.
    A heart I hear the voice of the motherland.
    A field with ear whispering ear.
    Happy, I'm running across the grass.
    What kind of flowers in the meadow!
    Smelled the footpath at the ford
    Rosa, cornflowers and honey.
    And I have a cart on the green
    Green summer'm taking.
    A heart I hear the voice of the motherland.
    A field with ear whispering ear.
    Happy, I'm running across the grass.
    What kind of flowers in the meadow!
    In the forest strawberries ripe.
    And the girl in a white dress
    Above the clean and fast river
    I thin waves.
    A heart I hear the voice of the motherland.
    A field with ear whispering ear.
    Happy, I'm running across the grass.
    What kind of flowers in the meadow!
(Mikhail Vishnyakov word Evseevich)