Текст песни Старые песни о главном - Стою на полустаночке

Lyricist : Ancharov M. Composer : ride I.
Standing on a colorful polustanochke polushalochke
A fly past the train
A track something as usual on the horizon converge
Where are you my spring years
Where are you my spring years
Lived to work familiar devchonochka factory
She grew up as roadside grass
On the topic of neotvetnaya kindness Privetnoye
To the people and the rights of conscience
To the people and the rights of conscience
All wheels whirl thread weaves lace
The soul is full of spring fire
And all the years as blizzard white hair Staley
Name to dance but just not me
Name to dance but just not me
What was forgotten that it will come to pass and
And so passed long spring
So how did it happen , then all the silks embroidered
My destiny simple canvas
My destiny simple canvas
Look there is the usual devchonochka factory
Among friends modest precocious
A Come -ka with affection
Yes Look -ka in her eyes
Open the treasure of never seen
Open the treasure of never seen
Standing on a colorful polustanochke polushalochke
A fly past the train
A track something as usual on the horizon converge
Where are you my spring years
Where are you my spring years