Текст песни Высоцкий - Моя метрика гдей-то в архиве хранится

My metric somewhere in the archive is stored,
And the archive in forty-first under Minsk burned down.
So, maybe I'm twenty, and maybe thirty,
Well, a month of birth I chose April.

In April, the sun takes up,
In April - the first - everything lie.
And for April May happens
And in May they love, and in May they drink.

My mother died in forty-third in Kaluga,
Who is my father, maybe did not know the mother.
I chose a place of residence in the south,
And the places of fencing do not choose us.

In April, the sun takes up,
In April - the first - everything lie.
And for April May happens
And in May they love, and in May they drink.

{1965}