Текст песни Виктор Калина - Где мои 17 лет

Well you climb into my mother 17 years
   After Mom adult I have long
   Buy me a better mom a simple bike
   And give me money for Mama movie
    
   For a girl do not worry Mom
   And what with the fact that with it we kissed
   Love because Mom, too drama
   We are somewhere in the life of Mom lost
    
   Well, where are my seventeen years
   Benches my mother, give the answer
   Where the girl, which is not
   A life that Mom vinaigrette
   Well, where are my seventeen years
   I need your advice Mom
   With you we have from childhood tete-a-tete
   But this is our secret Mom
    
   Well, what are you crying for Mommy, what sort of year
   Mom was all stupid and ridiculous
   Was love between his fingers like water
   As if does not contain all of me, and in the movies
    
   In the prison was at Mom I'm alive
   A girl certainly did not wait
   And here I am again at home in front of you
   Forgive me, I do not need pity Mom
    
   Well, where are my seventeen years
   Benches my mother, give the answer
   Where the girl, which is not
   A life that Mom vinaigrette
   Well, where are my seventeen years
   I need your advice Mom
   With you we have from childhood tete-a-tete
   But this is our secret Mom
    
   Mom knocked me for a long time in thirty
   And you're wailing cry Mama
   Mom I would like to again fall in love
   Where can I get a girl I do not know
    
   Mom I'd like to get crazy
   But not spring and autumn in the yard
   Mom broke the life of me, the whole prison
   One mom I this September.