Текст песни Юлия Друнина - Мне ещё в начале жизни повезло

I was lucky at the beginning of my life
I'm not offended by my star.
In 1941 I was thrown into the saddle
In the forty-first, in the seventeenth year.
A soldier's life, you are a desperate gait:
March, attack, three-minute smoke break.

How lucky I was in my youth
So it is still lucky in maturity -
Our goddamn holy craft
Again he does not allow to dissolve the reins.
The life of a poet, you are a desperate gait:
March, attack, three-minute smoke break.

And, by God, there is simply no time to grow old,
Though they flicker with half-stations of the year ...
I admit that death will catch up with me
Well, old age will never catch up!
A desperate gait is beyond her strength:
March, attack, three-minute smoke break.