Текст песни Виктор Калина - Где мои 17 лет

Well, what do you climb into my mother 17 years
   For an adult, I have long Mom
   Buy me a better mom a simple bike
   And give me the money for the movie Mama
    
   The girls do not worry Mom
   And what with the fact that with it we were kissing
   Loving mother because too drama
   We are somewhere in the life of Mother lost
    
   Well, where are my seventeen years
   Benches my mother, I give the answer
   Where is the girl, which is not
   A life that Mom vinaigrette
   Well, where are my seventeen years
   I need your advice Mom
   With you, we childhood tete-a-tete
   But this is our secret Mom
    
   Well, what are you crying for Mommy, what sort of year
   It was silly and funny Mother
   I love passed between his fingers like water
   As if does not contain all of me, and in the movies
    
   The prison was at Mom I'm alive
   And of course the girl did not wait
   And here I am again at home in front of you
   Forgive me, I do not need pity Mom
    
   Well, where are my seventeen years
   Benches my mother, I give the answer
   Where is the girl, which is not
   A life that Mom vinaigrette
   Well, where are my seventeen years
   I need your advice Mom
   With you, we childhood tete-a-tete
   But this is our secret Mom
    
   For a long time my mother knocked over thirty
   But you're mom crying wailing
   I wish Mom, I fall in love again
   Where to get a girl I do not know
    
   I wish Mom, I get crazy
   But it is not spring, and autumn in the yard
   I broke my life Mom, the whole prison
   One mom I was in this September.