BLACK TBILISI - Где мои 17 лет - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Ah, where my 17 years old, excerpts from life on my hand, a bracelet is a pistol Makarov, look deep into the eyes of a campaign in my life, I made a lot of evil and not return these lost years, and if it was possible, I lived as then Rostov-Selmash all my The boys everyone decided in life tightly tied the nodes of the theft, extortion the first interrogations from here and my gray hair grew up, We then jumped almost, but it was too late and many different fates of such, stories of life, boys of simple chorus. I wish you all health, men from gray -haired Salam to the camp by boys for all the vague good luck only to the apron and let the map be laid in red in a red suit to all boys, let them smile in life not to get to them not to forgive us not to forgive their maternal tears from where Tell me my 17 years? Where are these spans, streets and garages where my black gun, answer and where are those boys with whom I began to grow up where first love and those arms and where all those who shouted, that we are brothers, is the time that we could not return, then We burned the days and did not value the essence of me specifically and I got it, but if I didn’t get a lot to realize the 17th came a lot, but it also went away, but I don’t be sad, because it’s still good old, but here it was, but as it was, but here then do not twist and only God knows that there are our lines from life ahead, straight from the soul, appreciate the moments and borders of the chorus. I wish you all health, men from gray -haired salam on the camp by boys with all the vague good luck only to the farm and let the map be laid in red in a red suit to all boys, let them smile in life not to get to them not to forgive them to forgive their maternal tears from their eyes.