Текст песни Владимир Сысков - Давид САМОЙЛОВ. Сороковые

Forties, fatal,
Military and front-line,
Where Notification funeral
And clatter of trains.

Humming established path.
Spacious. Cold. High.
And the fire victims, fire victims
Wander from the west to the east ...

And this is me at the station
In his zamurzannoy earflaps,
Where an asterisk are not statutory,
A cut from the banks.

Yes, I am in this world,
Thin, cheerful and full of life.
And my tobacco pouch,
And I have a dial-up mouthpiece.

And I'm a girl joker,
And more than necessary limp,
And in two soldering scrap
And everything in the world understand.

How it was! As coincidence -
War, disaster, and the dream of youth!
And it's all sunk in I
And only then I woke up in me!

Forties, fatal,
Lead, powder ...
War walks by Russia,
And we are so young!