Текст песни Александр Твардовский - О любви

All the war took
Every soldier
Spent at least one
A woman once ...

Not a gift, so linen
Collected, perhaps,
And what's longer without her
Then it is more expensive.

And more expensive this hour
Memorable, special,
The last look of these eyes
Forget try.

Get along the big road
Stupid fame for the sake of
Without the love that I saw in him
In that farewell look.

Each of us has it
The most secret
And our priceless stock
Inviolable.