Home of my childhood

[Verse 1]
Oh my village, my sweet little village,
By the pond near Ryazan you still stand.
Time has weathered the old wooden cottage,
And the well has run dry in this land.

[Verse 2]
On the porch of the house of my childhood,
Down the overgrown pathway I tread.
Everything feels so painfully familiar,
Back to happier days I am led.

[Chorus]
Memories roll like an old movie reel,
Every picture brings back what I feel.
On the porch of the house of my childhood,
I can see all those years standing still.
Everything feels so painfully near,
But there’s no one left here anymore…

[Verse 3]
I pull back the old faded curtains,
Looking out through the window I knew,
Where the frost drew its beautiful patterns,
And my small fingers traced pictures too.

[Verse 4]
Warm potatoes, fresh out of the oven,
And the table was set without fail,
Crispy pancakes, the taste of my childhood,
And fresh milk in an old metal pail.

[Outro]
Memories roll like an old movie reel…
Everything feels so painfully near,
But there’s no one left here anymore…