Singer: Oleg Gazmanov

What do we not have?

Made in the USSR!

And construction at BAM ...

And the Baltics too...

My childhood, the paper boat,
My childhood - embarks on a journey.
You don't forget
My childhood - the boat goes in the fog
Across the ocean, to the blue winds.
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Years ringing, the skin is thin,
Together soak grief is not a problem.
And I'm a little close with my mother,
Old boots stomp:
Here, here,
Here, here...
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My childhood - an abandoned courtyard.
The old beggar asks for water
And I say in response: "Grandpa, drink,
But I will never die".
"No" - never, he will not say in response.

And now he is confused,
Listed whip over him shaking...
To break the straps not strong enough,
The iron mouthpiece horse bit.
If I know that in the future awaits us
To know where a herd of horses carries.
Time whips, customize us
Let us with a horse one last chance.

How could you leave friend,
Remember how fierce the storm,
Blood wounds his he you warmed,
Carried forward and the wounded screamed.
They fought, fought waves astern,
Quietly melted your native shore
And surf, the glow of a fire
Reflects the courageous eyes of a horse.

Captain, captain, what have you left the horse
Shoot not raised hand...
Captain, captain, you left the country
And your horse is under the saddle the stranger.


Oleg Gazanevshchina quotes

Remember how in the desert, walking,
Chose you own horses,
Your last horse, the devil and fire
You was always ready to fight.
Remember how you loved it,
Proudly under you he walked
As from thy hands the bread and salt he ate,
Was in a battle so hopelessly brave.

Fat gulls fly slowly,
For autograph dragging me baby
And he chews the Apple and not recognize me -
On the screen I another is not the same.
Pulls back into the city, where fog could
Two weeks more could not stand.
I miss all the stronger, I would be in town soon
To see my exhausted friends.

With a wild cry upon the shore I will fly
Someone will say: "crazy!", - well, let
I want to relax on one leg jumping,
If anyone stops to disappoint.
Lie on the beach and in the sky I look,
Fat seagulls are flying, just horror,
I thin - it will take me surf,
I better dig in in the sand with his head.

I love girls, I will gather them together,
Along the surf line behind him would lead.
Along the line of the surf behind him will lead!

I'll go to town with a view of the surf
Where Sands sing in falsetto under foot.
And the green wave from the shore dives,
And go all out in depth.
Break and trample your phone
To blame for my problems but he.
Day ringing round he kills me
Run from him, in the light of all the cursing.

So it was in Russia since ancient times.
The higher the pressure, the stronger the concrete.
And if the danger of power is threatened, it becomes the birthplace of as a monolith.
In the crucible of victory today as the old, again the homeland is tempered steel.
Forward, Russia! Forward, Russia! Forward, Russia!