Текст песни Людмила Иванковская - Не по семнадцать нам весной

Not for us seventeen spring, Natasha!
Not a tear rolls under the "White Rose" sounds,
Sorry, no sausage bedtime kontrazhka
In the heady anticipation of love seriously.

We flew in the summer of seventeen.
Then a moment together for twenty years.
Do you remember the "Three soups, three splints ..."?
Cocktail "Rum Cola", the film "Athos" for lunch.

Natasha, we happily dreamed of!
/ Meli snowstorm Glyzin sang about Winter Garden. /
To live as in the Argentine drama ...
Climbing, excitement, would return everything back!

© Lyudmila Ivankov
/ Girlfriend's birthday 23.01 /

The epigraph to the poem:
"The winter garden, winter garden, the white trees dream sleep,
But they, like us, colored dreams ... "
(A.Glyzin)