Текст песни Макс Живчик - Раз в жизни и палка стреляет

I remember that day like it was yesterday:
I played with the boy sticks out of my yard,
We imagined that a piece of wood - machine.
The sunset was near, my mother screaming from the windows already.

Again I & quot; shot & quot ;, then it was a duel,
Portfolio I collected, and it is high time to bed.
April, near the end of the year, the fourth grade,
And then stick shooting, I almost glued fins!

I ran up to him: & quot; Hey friend, well, what's wrong?
What a fool I was, this game sucks!
Hold on, my friend! Do not go! Stay with me! & Quot;
But he died ... my best friend died.

I was told that once in a lifetime shot stick,
And I do not believe it. How do these people know?
Because kids are playing with sticks and everything is fine,
But once I killed another stick literally.