From childhood

An old house with a path through burdock leaves —
I spent the best part of my life right here.
Scraped knees and bruises? The heart never grieves.
My home, I've missed you for many a year.

We are all from childhood — every single one.
Mom, forgive me — I never said goodbye.
Dad, I'll see you soon where the dark has none,
Where it's always light under an endless sky.

The campfire flames, potatoes baked in ash,
Bright stars pierced the bottomless black of night.
Hockey on a frozen pond — a sudden flash.
Spring in a half;transparent dress of leaves — so light.

We are all from childhood — every single one.
Mom, forgive me — I never said goodbye.
Dad, I'll see you soon where the dark has none,
Where it's always light under an endless sky.

Then came strange roads — loneliness and the fall.
No way to stay, no way to turn, no way to repeat.
No one steps twice into the same river at all —
But everyone remembers its water, bitter and sweet.

We are all from childhood — every single one.
Mom, forgive me — I never said goodbye.
Dad, I'll see you soon where the dark has none,
Where it's always light under an endless sky.

We are all from childhood — every single one.
Mom, forgive me — I never said goodbye.
Dad, I'll see you soon where the dark has none,
Where it's always light under an endless sky.

We are all from childhood — every one of us…
Where it's always light under an endless sky.

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"Scraped knees and bruises"
"potatoes baked in ash"

Perfect! Gives me a nostalgic feeling since everything you write about so familiar to me as well.

Андрей Грейм   29.09.2026 17:25   •   Заявить о нарушении
For people of our generation, it is a kind of identification mark. Young people don't understand.

Олег Валерьевич Зяблов   30.09.2026 07:56   Заявить о нарушении