Текст песни ВК 08 - Года

I'm at the table of an old cafe
I will drink this evening alone
And for red wine I slowly
I will remember my years of youth.
I will remember young faces of friends
How naive it seemed then -
Our youth of the century will last
We will never part.

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Ah years, years, years -
High speed trains,
They tapped like rains
Don't wait for them back.
Ah years, years, years -
Never come back
All that was, then passed -
Good or bad ...

I'll get a little drunk from the wine
Drunk with love for the first time
I only regret one thing -
That love did not work out for us
How could we not understand each other -
It is not easy for me to remember that ...
You could be my wife
For our children to become a mother ...

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I'll tell you - it's a little offensive
That the years fly without looking back
You can see the distant station
That station, where the trains are rushing ...
I'm at the table of an old cafe
I remember the past years
And even if I lived not without sin -
My conscience, I know, is clear!

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