Текст песни Адам Пешхоев - Это было давно лет 17 назад

It was a long time ago:
Seventeen years ago,
I was carrying a girl tract mail.
Chubby, white,
Like a slender poplar,
And covered with a silk handkerchief.
She asked,
To sing her song
I began to sing, and she picked up.
A circle of silence,
But I let it
And the moon shone so slyly.
Suddenly, a Cossack patrol
To cut our way
Three quick stood rooted to the spot.
Someone fired suddenly
Right in the girl's chest,
And she was like a flower withered.
Before her death, she
Accept me
From the gendarmes, I ran today,
But the fate of the villain
It caught up with me,
And she stopped forever
There in the distance across the river
High costs Hill,
Hill's high, covered with grass.
And under that hill
Firmly girl sleeps
What took my song with him.