In every life there is a minute
When for some reason
You want to go back or quit.
Like nothing else exist.
Like nothing else exist.
And at this minute of forbidden circle
I opened an English book
About war and women.
The story was about Russian women
I opened an English book
About war and women.
The story was about Russian women
Who lived in the wartime.
In the collective farms, dugouts, trenches, snow.
In old clothes and military uniforms,
Wrinkles on their faces,
Wrinkles on their hands,
Without much food, without men
With children to care,
They had light of hope in the tired eyes.
