Текст песни Екатерина Меццо - Солдатка

Silent fold, bitter words:
In twenty-two - a soldier,
At twenty-three - widow.

And how loved,
And now one.
It was, it was - all took war.
He took everything - and no.
Ash yes lead.
There was a war in the light from the end to the end.

Silent fold, bitter words:
In twenty-two - a soldier,
At twenty-three - widow.

War was walking, boiling, the land zhuned dotley.
Everything has overpower, everything passed.
What tolerated - and not count.
This is what power in man is!

And in the edge of a small hormick yes bench.
There is a love love under Obelisk.
White fence, blunt grass,
In twenty-two - a soldier,
At twenty-three - widow.
White fence, blunt grass,
In twenty-two - a soldier,
At twenty-three - widow.