Текст песни А.Валявин - Ах,какие женщины любили

Oh, what women loved
Gracefully how they walked
And what evenings did they give
With a colorful, intimate game ...
And what kind of music sounded
And what words were heard
I'd like to start all over again
If only I could return yesterday.

Swelling swamps, cold mists
Burnished trunk, desire to live
Forged strong traps
At the gate of a wounded soul
Light irony and nothing more
Memory scratched into blood
In such a comedy, it is enough
Blank blank sheets.

Oh, what women loved ...