The floorboard will creak, Will the roosters crow, - I'm dreaming about my childhood again, In barefoot land.
I'm from the sixties It was a long time ago... So, quickly filmed, In black and white cinema.
The curtain flutters Barefoot in the dew. Carefree childhood Mother with a folder and a house.
There I was real He chased pigeons from the roofs. Even sugar was sweeter Firmament of doves.
It’s like a page from childhood, It will remind me of... The floorboard will creak, Our house is simple.
All the friends in the neighborhood Everyone was like family to us. Black and white childhood Still, it was colored.
