Lyrics Виктор Калина - Где мои 17 лет
Views
30
0 people consider the lyrics to be true
0 people consider the lyrics of the song incorrect
The lyrics of the song are provided for your reference Виктор Калина - Где мои 17 лет, and also a translation of a song with a video or clip.
Ну что ты Мама лезешь в мои 17 лет
Ведь взрослый Мама я уже давно
Купи мне Мама лучше простой велосипед
И дай мне Мама денег на кино
За девочку ты не волнуйся Мама
И что с того, что с ней мы целовались
Любить ведь Мама, тоже драма
Мы где- то в жизни Мама потерялись
Ну, где мои семнадцать лет
Скамей мне мама, дай ответ
Где девочка, которой нет
А жизнь то Мама винегрет
Ну где мои семнадцать лет
Мне нужен Мама твой совет
С тобой мы с детства тет-а-тет
Но это Мама наш секрет
Ну, что ты Мама плачешь, какие там года
Все было Мама глупо и смешно
Прошла любовь меж пальцев, как вода
Как будто не со- мной все, а в кино
В тюрьму попал, по я ведь Мам живой
А девочка конечно не дождалась
И вот я снова дома, пред тобой
Прости меня, мне не нужна Мам жалость
Ну, где мои семнадцать лет
Скамей мне мама, дай ответ
Где девочка, которой нет
А жизнь то Мама винегрет
Ну где мои семнадцать лет
Мне нужен Мама твой совет
С тобой мы с детства тет-а-тет
Но это Мама наш секрет
Давно мне Мама стукнуло за тридцать
А ты все Мама плачешь причитая
Хотел бы Мама я, опять влюбиться
Где взять такую девочку не знаю
Хотел бы Мама я сойти с ума
Но не весна, а осень на дворе
Сломала жизнь мне Мама, всю тюрьма
Один я Мама в этом сентябре.
Well, you make your mother in my 17 years
After all, an adult mother I have long been
Buy me mom better simple bike
And give me mom money for movies
For the girl you don't worry mom
And that with what we kissed with her
Love after life, also drama
We are somewhere in the life of my mother lost
Well, where my seventeen years
Bend me mom let's answer
Where is the girl who is not
And the life is Mom Vinaigrette
Well, where my seventeen years
I need mom your advice
With you, we since childhood Tet-A-Tet
But this is my mom is our secret.
Well, that you mother cry, what about the year
Everything was Mom stupid and funny
Love passed between fingers like water
As if it's not about everything, and in the movies
I got to jail, I'm alive
And the girl certainly did not wait
And here I am at home again, before you
Forgive me, I don't need mom pity
Well, where my seventeen years
Bend me mom let's answer
Where is the girl who is not
And the life is Mom Vinaigrette
Well, where my seventeen years
I need mom your advice
With you, we since childhood Tet-A-Tet
But this is my mom is our secret.
For a long time my mother was knocking for thirty
And you all your mom cry
I would like mom I, again fall in love
Where to get such a girl I do not know
I would like mom I go crazy
But not spring, and autumn in the yard
I broke my life mom, all prison
I am mom in this September.
After all, an adult mother I have long been
Buy me mom better simple bike
And give me mom money for movies
For the girl you don't worry mom
And that with what we kissed with her
Love after life, also drama
We are somewhere in the life of my mother lost
Well, where my seventeen years
Bend me mom let's answer
Where is the girl who is not
And the life is Mom Vinaigrette
Well, where my seventeen years
I need mom your advice
With you, we since childhood Tet-A-Tet
But this is my mom is our secret.
Well, that you mother cry, what about the year
Everything was Mom stupid and funny
Love passed between fingers like water
As if it's not about everything, and in the movies
I got to jail, I'm alive
And the girl certainly did not wait
And here I am at home again, before you
Forgive me, I don't need mom pity
Well, where my seventeen years
Bend me mom let's answer
Where is the girl who is not
And the life is Mom Vinaigrette
Well, where my seventeen years
I need mom your advice
With you, we since childhood Tet-A-Tet
But this is my mom is our secret.
For a long time my mother was knocking for thirty
And you all your mom cry
I would like mom I, again fall in love
Where to get such a girl I do not know
I would like mom I go crazy
But not spring, and autumn in the yard
I broke my life mom, all prison
I am mom in this September.