Текст песни Юлия Друнина - В 17 совсем уж.....

At seventeen, we were already adults -
After all, we happened to grow up in the war ...
And now tall girls have replaced us
With fluffed up braids of bright hair.

Beautiful, devils! We were different -
Hungry wartime kids.
But the guys who were friends with us
They thought, as you can see, that we are good.

Loved ones kissed us in the trench
Our loved ones swore to us before the fight.
Grimy, skinny, we were prettier
And they believed: this is for a lifetime.

Eh, just to survive! .. Few returned.
And is it possible to blame loved ones
That they like long-legged girls,
Who were just born in the war?

And the truth is, how can you not like spring,
Blooming, the first flight of heels,
And even the cosmas burned by paint,
When their mistresses are seventeen years old.

And the years, like autumn leaves, are spinning.
And it seems often, the same age, to me -
In the fight for love we need courage
No less than in war ...