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This street from my childhood... ofcourse,it's new photo on digital camera, but Here, on that street when I was small, I'm walking with my grandfather(he is wonderful, i love him, he is my best friend) Now I'm not offen be there, but when I'm going to my very-very old grandfather and grandmother, I'm always remembering my childhood. THis houses was building by Germans after war.
But...why this street(Chabatarow's street), my grands is living on other street. Because when I want to come home after meeting with my grands, I need underground(metro) and I need to go on this street.
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this song from my childhood - Yury Shatunov - "Childhood" (translation by promt(~bad translation=)~)
The childhood, you where run
The childhood, you where hasten
I have not played enough with you
The childhood, you where? Wait.
And I want, and I want again
On roofs to run, pigeons to drive
To tease Nataly, to pull for hair
On a skateboard to rush on a court yard
The old woman look to us
Do not learn yesterday's squabblers
And we with Nataly on a court yard go
Also is not present to us has put more about what
And I want, and I want again
On roofs to run, pigeons to drive
To tease Nataly, to pull for hair
On a skateboard to rush on a court yard
The childhood, you where is has left
Where a cosy corner has found
With the childhood of the darling to me to not catch up
It is necessary to recollect with grief
And I want, and I want again
On roofs to run, pigeons to drive
To tease Nataly, to pull for hair
On a skateboard to rush on a court yard
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Детство, детство, ты куда бежишь
Детство, детство, ты куда спешишь
Не наигрался я еще с тобой
Детство, детство, ты куда ? Постой.
А я хочу, а я хочу опять
По крышам бегать, голубей гонять
Дразнить Наташку, дергать за косу
На самокате мчаться по двору
Старушку искоса на нас глядят
Не узнают вчерашних забияк
А мы с Наташкой по двору идем
И нет нам дела больше ни о чем
А я хочу, а я хочу опять
По крышам бегать, голубей гонять
Дразнить Наташку, дергать за косу
На самокате мчаться по двору
Детство, детство, ты куда ушло
Где уютный уголок нашло
Детства милого мне не догнать
Остается с грустью вспоминать
А я хочу, а я хочу опять
По крышам бегать, голубей гонять
Дразнить Наташку, дергать за косу
На самокате мчаться по двору |
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