It is a pity that my father did not hear the tracks.
Well, my mother did not hear the tracks.
Dad taught me from childhood to love lead,
Mom tried to teach go to bed early.
She raised a child, he raised his son.
It is from the standpoint of good, it is a position of strength.
With mum a couple we saw clouds
With his father a couple of push-ups with their fists.
And then you look, how you grew up!
Still a teenager, and since dad growth.
Boxing, rocking chair, grass, children of the nineties,
And I was just in the circle of adults.
If there was Mortal Combat-a,
If I had been born already bearded.
B * I, I like Benjamin Button,
* Proj al his childhood, guys.
And my mother said she found me in the cabbage,
Let's say. Learning how to ask questions Bate,
Clearly then realizing that I did not become a scientist.
And my world in two-bedroom Khrushchev,
Not your world is now in high-rises, cheap.
And you better childhood Nitsche not found as
Until stupefying clicking through the channels.
Come try us from the streets to collect such careless.
And if you share a sandwich, only with Gosha,
A piece of wood would be firearms and horses.
And birthdays, proborchik right
With a spark in the eyes received a gift,
This magnus * wk in kombeza from montana,
This is the time to rewind to childhood.
There every day for the magic moment,
Childhood, young mother and father of the great,
Childhood, I remember the smell of the gym and the books
Who do not read, because his head was immersed in childhood.