Текст песни В.Дьяконов и ПЛАМЯ - За фабричной заставой

Behind the factory outpost, where the sunsets are in smoke
There lived a curly boy - he was seventeen years old.
That boy dreamed of spring dawns.
He saw little light, he did not hear kind words.

Next to the faithful girl he was quiet and timid.
I couldn't explain my first love to her.
And she didn't even have time to say a word.
For the work business, he went to fight.

But, chopped down by a saber, he fell to the ground.
He gave her blood to a drop, said goodbye:
"I'm dying, but soon our sun will rise ..."
The boy was walking at that time in his eighteenth year.

Behind the factory outpost, where the sunsets are in smoke
There lived a curly boy - he was seventeen years old.
The guy really wanted to see happiness here.
He went to fight for the work business!