Where does childhood live, at what half-stop?
With a Panama hat and sandals, tell me where,
I can meet that funny girl,
I can't find that half-stop.
Meadows and fields, forest and river-I remember everything.
Bare feet on the warm ground.
There are birds singing and cicadas chirping.
There in the field kovylny I look for childhood.
Clouds float across the sky in the form of ponies.
That Bunny, bear go to heaven,
And a bunch of my kids I know
They sat down on the grass to drink milk.
The steppes, hot sun shone.
The heat was as tight as a string.
Well, where are you, child?It's been a long time-
Will mark the ticket by the conductor of destiny.
Где детство живёт
© Copyright: Андрей Дмитриевич Кондратьев, 2020
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