Текст песни Максим Леонидов - Любимый мой дворик

For any of us
Comes the hour,
When should summarize
And to understand that childhood period
Alas, expired.
You courtyard, forgive me,
With long waiting way
For me, no one can
They pass.

As if in a movie,
I see in a dream
Old table in the courtyard,
Starikov, in silence
Sit in the morning.
I hear the night sometimes
I am the voice of a native,
He calls, calls, calls
I was home.

Chorus:

My little courtyard,
You are very dear to me,
I'm going to miss you.
And I will dream
My friends face ...
Rather, give me your hand - and good-bye!

I give everything at once
Hockey his helmet,
Always quick on his bike
And a transistor that sometimes
Includes a little light.
Now dopoyu - and you
I give your guitar -
Remember me
Though sometimes ...

Chorus.

My yard, as a nest,
And I like the chick,
I fly away from it today ...
After all, the beginning and the end
There is at all.
Separation comes though,
But I tell you, my friends, I swear:
I'll be back! My patio
I'll come back to you.

Chorus.