Текст песни Михаил Луконин - Коле Отраде

I feel sorry for the girl Paul.
                    I regret
For love, careful:
                   “Not to be held captive b!”
Behind:
   “We know little,
                   do not,
                          I don’t dare ... "
By the palm
         separating lips from lips.
It seemed to you:
            in the summer - too twenty
In the fall -
        red as foliage on the edge
In winter, in the cold,
               is in the summer,
And in the spring - there were freckles.
And when he picked up the machine, -
                     you hear? -
When he came out
             cocky
                   such as at school.
You to the front
          sent him an embroidered shawl,
Embroidering:
       “To my Kolya!”
We all
           there were handkerchiefs by name,
But we couldn’t find out
                       twenty winters
What when they leave for war
                hopelessly in love
Back
      come
               loved ones.
This is all nonsense, Nikolai,
               if not for crying.
But alive
         can not imagine:
Like this, when the machine guns were takali,
Do not live?
         Do not hear the alarm?
White spot
          on the snow
                  stand out
Hands do not lie down and stand up do not frown,
Do not see,
         like ink stains
                       come out on the fingers
Don't be happy
            that freckles are gone ?!
            
I would forbid everyone to groan.
Lips clenched - live!
               You can’t cry!
I will not allow in my presence
                              badly
To speak of life
              for which friends died.
Nikolay!
From year to year
          he will be younger than me
                            more noticeable
Years will try
            erase my carelessness.
is he
   will remain
           too twenty
Too young
            in order to grow old.
And although I myself saw
                like a blizzard howling
Red hair
           wound on fists
Impossible to wean
               seek out the guilty
How to refuse
             from movement together with the Earth.
            
We are becoming stern
Friends smile in their mouths
We don’t write notes to girls,
                     We are not waiting for an answer ...
And if in March,
                then,
                    we switched places.
is he
   now
          would write about me
                             this.