Текст песни Школьная пора - Через года слышу мамин я голос

Summer gives us a gift many days and nights
Gently sigh guitar
Again couples
Roamed the streets of my youth

School time , and at any weather
From going to hell , we courtyards
Through the years , I hear my mother's voice -
So to me it's time to go back home

Through the years , I hear my mother's voice -
So to me it's time to go back home

In the box abandoned books - not up to them to me again
Waiting at the door boy
Maybe I'm too bold
That allowed himself to kiss

School time , and at any weather
From going to hell , we courtyards
Through the years , I hear my mother's voice -
So to me it's time to go back home

School time , and at any weather
From going to hell , we courtyards
Through the years , I hear my mother's voice -
So to me it's time to go back home

Through the years , I hear my mother's voice -
So to me it's time to go back home

Suppose it could be otherwise, but it turned out - a temper
First my favorite boy
Memory hides all unnecessary
But our meeting , I remember now!

School time , and at any weather
From going to hell , we courtyards
Through the years , I hear my mother's voice -
So to me it's time to go back home

Through the years , I hear my mother's voice -
So to me it's time to go back home