Текст песни Любэ - После войны

Someone is knocking on the door a long, - the wind hurries home
And in the last letter states: & quot; Soon, soon I will meet with you & quot ;.
Soon, soon, all the herbs zadyshat and pulled a cart track
And yet suddenly rejoice soul lungwort unintentional color.

Chorus:

Time for Love after the war.
Time for Love after the war.
After the war.
After ...

Someone is knocking on the door a long, and calling and calling on the meadow,
Maybe it is again lungwort new color bloomed in the fields?
Bloom, become sad somewhere quiet roadside birches,
My God, how many white light that brought me a delicate flower!

Chorus.

After the whistle tools I know because once again hunting silence
I get used to it, do you hear, my dear,
Just after the war, that's all.
Just after the war, that's all ...

Chorus.