Текст песни Юлия Друнина - Два вечера

We stood at the Moscow River,
The warm wind rustled in his dress.
For some reason, suddenly out of hand
You looked at me strangely -
So sometimes I look at strangers.
He looked and smiled at me:
"Well, which of you is a soldier?"
How were you, really, in the war?
You did not sleep on the snow,
Have you built an automatic machine in your head?
You see, I just can not
I'll introduce you in boots! ..

I remembered another night:
Mortars hit and snow fell.
And he told me quietly dear,
You look like a person:
- Here, we lay and freeze in the snow,
As if they did not live in cities ...
I can not imagine you
In high-heeled shoes! ..