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Rebiata s nashego dvora

Ot vechernego shuma ustanesh',
I po starym progulkam projdiosh',
I druzej svoikh riadom s soboiu predstavish',
I studencheskij vozdukh khlebniosh'.
Vecherok ehtot divnyj, blazhennyj,
Povtoriaetsia s kazhdoj vesnoj,
Oj, zatianet tebia on besedoj dushevnoj,
Zakachaet, kak most podvesnoj.

Pripev:

I zatianet besedoj dushevnoj,
Zakachaet kak most podvesnoj.

I ty spoiosh' pro svet v liubimom okne,
Pro zviozdy, chto v tishine nad gorizontom goriat
I ty spoiosh', i tikho kliony vzdokhnut,
I vnov' tebe podpoiut rebiata s nashego dvora.

Proigrysh.

I pripomniatsia zvuki baiana
Iz raspakhnutykh v polnoch' okon,
Vit'ku ryzhego vspomnish' soseda-buiana,
I Kiriukhu po klichke "Flakon".

Pomnish', pivo nosili v bidone?
Okh, rugalsia na ehto ves' dvor,
I smolili tajkom my s toboj na balkone,
A potom byl s ottsom razgovor.

A eshche ia vesne blagodaren,
Za Otchiznu, chto vse zhe zhiviot.
I za to, chto odnazhdy v Aprele Gagarin
Sovershil svoj vysokij polet.

Pripev.

Proigrysh (2 raza).

Rebiata s nashego dvora

From the evening bustle you'll get tired,
And along the old walks you'll walk,
And you'll imagine your friends with you,
And you'll breathe the student air.
This evening is wonderful, blissful,
It repeats itself every spring,
Oh, it will draw you into a heartfelt conversation,
It will sway you like a suspension bridge.

Chorus:

And it will draw you into a heartfelt conversation,
It will sway you like a suspension bridge.

And you will sing about the light in your favorite window,
About the stars that burn in the silence above the horizon
And you will sing, and the lindens will quietly sigh,
And again the guys from our yard will sing with you.

Interlude.

And you'll remember the sounds of the accordion
From the windows wide open at midnight,
You'll remember Vitka the red-haired hooligan neighbor,
And Kiriukha nicknamed "Flask".

Remember, we carried beer in a can?
Oh, the whole yard cursed about it,
And we smoked secretly with you on the balcony,
And then there was a conversation with my father.

And I am grateful to spring,
For the Fatherland, that they still live.
And because once in April Gagarin
Made his lofty flight.

Chorus.

Interlude (2 times).