Текст песни Юлия Друнина - Два вечера

We stood at the Moscow River,
Warm wind dressing rustle.
For some reason suddenly from hand
You looked strangely on me -
So sometimes they look at strangers.
I looked and smiled at me:
- Well, what kind of soldier you?
How was you, right, in war?
Did you sleep on the snow,
Automatic attached in the heads?
You see, I just can't
I imagine you in boots! ..

I remembered another evening:
Mortar Beii, snow fell.
And told me quietly dear
You have a similar person:
- Here, lying and frown in the snow,
As if did not live in cities ...
I can't imagine you
In high heel shoes! ..