It is a song from my childhood time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vlWB8GEs-0
Childhood of mine, real and magical,
my childhood, so I need you.
I'm still trying to turn the world around
got a stick to you to come back.
Again in a fistful of rust, I hide,
again with the dog picking up,
again with pepper to sprinkle the file
of the bread black.
My childhood, one-storied,
my childhood, for me so important,
as soon as I get cold I can
to take my child's fire.
I'm still trying to turn the world,
got a stick to you to come back,
every day a devil
to be from me.
Composer: Villa Kazasian
Text: Bogomil Gudev
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-06-03 at 13:10
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vlWB8GEs-0
My childhood by Bogomil Gudev traslated by Ann Wood
My childhoodChildhood of mine, real and magical,
my childhood, so I need you.
I'm still trying to turn the world around
got a stick to you to come back.
Again in a fistful of rust, I hide,
again with the dog picking up,
again with pepper to sprinkle the file
of the bread black.
My childhood, one-storied,
my childhood, for me so important,
as soon as I get cold I can
to take my child's fire.
I'm still trying to turn the world,
got a stick to you to come back,
every day a devil
to be from me.
Composer: Villa Kazasian
Text: Bogomil Gudev
Poetry by Ann Wood
Read 428 times
Written on 2019-06-03 at 13:10
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