Вареники с вишнями - Любовь Успенская

Всё это было в самом деле

И на печи на дворовой

У нас вареники кипели

И пахло вишней и травой,

А мы куда-то собирались

И наши старшие в дому

Нам объяснить не постарались

Куда, зачем и почему

Припев: Вареники с вишнями,

Вареники с вишнями

В саду как скаженные поют соловьи

Возможно мы были там

Как будто бы лишними

Мы были там лишними

И здесь не свои,

И здесь не свои

Красивый город Сан-Франциско

И у меня полно всего,

Но как отсюдова не близко

До песни детства моего

Припев:

Вареники с вишнями,

Вареники с вишнями

В саду как скаженные поют соловьи

Возможно мы были там

Как будто бы лишними

Мы были там лишними

И здесь не свои,

И здесь не свои

И до сих пор оттуда свыше

И не проходит вдалеке

Той печки дым и запах вишен

И руки мамины в муке.

Припев:

Вареники с вишнями,

Вареники с вишнями

В саду как скаженные поют соловьи

Возможно мы были там

Как будто бы лишними

Мы были там лишними

И здесь не свои,

И здесь не свои

Припев:

Вареники с вишнями,

Вареники с вишнями

В саду как скаженные поют соловьи

Возможно мы были там

Как будто бы лишними

Мы были там лишними

И здесь не свои,

И здесь не свои

All this was in fact

And on the stove in the yard

Our dumplings were boiling

And it smelled of cherries and grass,

And we were going somewhere

And our elders in the house

They didn't try to explain to us

Where, why and why

Chorus: Vareniki with cherries,

Vareniki with cherries

In the garden the nightingales sing as spoken

Perhaps we were there

As if superfluous

We were redundant there

And here they are not their own,

And here they are not their own

The beautiful city of San Francisco

And I have a lot of everything

But it's not close from here

Until the song of my childhood

Chorus:

Vareniki with cherries,

Vareniki with cherries

In the garden the nightingales sing as spoken

Perhaps we were there

As if superfluous

We were redundant there

And here they are not their own,

And here they are not their own

And still from above

And does not pass away

That stove smoke and the smell of cherries

And my mother's hands are in flour.

Chorus:

Vareniki with cherries,

Vareniki with cherries

In the garden the nightingales sing as spoken

Perhaps we were there

As if superfluous

We were redundant there

And here they are not their own,

And here they are not their own

Chorus:

Vareniki with cherries,

Vareniki with cherries

In the garden the nightingales sing as spoken

Perhaps we were there

As if superfluous

We were redundant there

And here they are not their own,

And here they are not their own