Текст песни Владимир Маркин - Этот Двор

Gasoline odor resistant ball soccer shallow garden
With obligatory dump, our native Moscow yard
Dragged through and through like a boy’s soul
With an indispensable attribute of a vacant lot and garage

This courtyard in which it grew and was tested for breaking
Where the coat wore overgrowth and gave up scrap
And handed over scrap

With a workshop in the basement and a table for dominoes
For which we comprehended cheap wine
Behind which in white shirts we fool around
And about the timid girls talked down

This courtyard in which it grew and was tested for breaking
Where the coat wore overgrowth and gave up scrap
And handed over scrap

Where unbelief in small feelings I believed in friendship and in love
Breaking knees in blood and knocking elbows in blood
The yard that was known from childhood and on which the course blackened
Be sure to peer at the dose I need

To remember the weed in the light of the present day
Those details without which my life is impossible
Impossible is my life

This courtyard in which it grew and was tested for breaking
Where the coat wore overgrowth and gave up scrap
And handed over scrap