Текст песни Геннадий Вяземский - На фронт мальчишка уходил

How early to us
I had to go through the terrible years
How sad those years ,
What's not to love had grown
However, memory ...
The girl with braids provocative
With eyes gray , agile
At a meeting I always runs .

Thunder those years
Not silent , in my memory
And the faces of those
Who shed His blood for the happiness of young days
But the flame ...
Burn love does not subside in the memory
I loved her with no memory
When the boy went to the front .