Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - И тихо за руку возьмет, Подумав, что хорошая.

Am Dm
Moscow night streets,
    G C
The neon crucifix
Am Dm
In restaurants harlot,
   E Am
Kiss in the arms.

And you're among them, you fall in love,
C sky blue eyes,
In other people's feet drag,
At seventeen and a half.

And you remember, and a summer garden,
Where you do not just surrendered,
And then you went to Moscow,
Without raising his blue eyes.

Forgotten everything and lived,
In other people's homes you spend the night,
Your name is a whore,
And hand kochuesh you.

And you're all waiting for, he would come,
Without knowing your past,
And quietly hand will,
Thinking that good.

He wearily podmignesh,
Prikineshsya innocent,
You to the face and the lie,
At seventeen and a half.

But fate is fickle,
Again, a wander,
Again available and tender,
In other people's feet roll.