Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Ее письмо на фронт

If you're hurt, baby, during the war,
Write to me about it all means.
I'll tell you
On the same evening.
It will be warm, affectionate response:
Like, are wound
Sooner or later,
And love, my darling, do not pass, do not!

Maybe change, to meet a friend -
And write about it in the letters, my dear! -
I shall write ... My answer ...
Well, not the same evening ...
Just be sure that the answer will come:
Mol, and the wound,
Sooner or later,
Pogruschu, cry ... still pass!

But the letter did not dare to hint to me
On the other changes - an oath in the war.
In no evening I
Cowards will not answer.
I'm a coward for there is one answer:
All wounds are
Sooner or later,
But contempt for the coward does not pass, do not!

Utkin. I. 1943