Текст песни Борис Рубашкин - В 17 лет, еще мальчишкой

At seventeen years old, a boy
The pilots he had left to serve.
With a fast car with a star on the wings
Himself the joy he found.

They loved each other tightly,
When were children,
And often times, often whispering,
What is & quot; Do not forget we have each other! & Quot;

But a letter sent to him
His good friends,
With & quot; I changed your baby,
With & quot; I do not love it you now! & Quot;

Well, not like - or do not!
Why do I love her?
And that to me is a fast machine
I make a noose ?!

At an altitude of five thousand meters
Propeller fun humming.
The pilot in the blood to the entire wrinkled breasts
Lips slowly whispered:

& quot; So - the cover! So -amba!
Love the last hour has come!
I loved you as a boy
And the more love you now! & Quot;