Текст песни Алла Пугачева - Солдатка

1) A woeful fold, bitter words,
At twenty-two a soldier
At twenty-three, a widow.
And how she loved, and now alone,
It was, it was, the war took everything.

2) She took everything and no, ash and lead,
There was a war all over the world from end to end.
A woeful fold, bitter words,
At twenty-two a soldier
And at twenty-three a widow.

3) There was a war, it was in full swing,
The earth was burning to ashes.
I endured everything, I survived everything,
And what I endured and did not count,
This is the strength in our mothers.

4) And in the edge of a distant mound and a bench,
There, under the obelisk, your love sleeps.
A woeful fold, bitter words,
At twenty-two a soldier
At twenty-three, a widow.
At twenty-two a soldier
At twenty-three, a widow.