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After all, this is the army, army
The army, the army-I
Sleep well, my Motherland, my native land
Are the boys in the jacket, wind chill swallowing throat dry
Che are you wasting your time there, prapor, though it hurry, che lose young
The commander - angry dog, foam at the mouth
Monday - not the best day for a soldier,
Not the best time - Monday morning
Night barracks, where he was born and lives протопчу to the end
In order not filed, not shaved in the back of the line to hide the face
Attention!Hand at the temple, another Groundhog day was declared open
Гражданочка so far, accelerate, so as not to Wake up from a bitch killed
The rhythm of the heart, with a blow of his boots, strengthens the muscles of the legs - physical labor
What is this duty sing? Mother, what am I doing here?
What my office?Be cattle and deer break in the canteen?
You can rip my stomach, but out of a fountain посыпет barley
I am an ordinary soldier, always want to eat, sleep, looking for where проебаться
Is that promised to wait, be faithful and never give up
Teach me how to fight, not to stand in anticipation of the building
Instead, there plane, sweep, подгрести,Yes the kitchen during the day, fucking!
Motherland, the whole of thy land, pushing her in the morning
In the evening, take it from under the fingernails, shoot Sigi, not успевши in чифан
Night долбана in каликах, at the window, looking at the sky as the astrologer
Night demobilization became the day - the boys are asleep, the service is
Chorus :
Step day as a day Boy, hold on, you know he knows better
Platoon, right! me a pair of worn-out кирзачей
In the fire, because it is the army, army
Where the danger there and I (where the danger there and I)
The army, the army-I
Sleep well, my Motherland, my native land
You're not a man, brother, you see, everything can be smooth(?)
Here you learn about themselves, others,
Who is the wolf dog who and what падкий
Who lives prepared; who on the wind throws words,
I watch sipping seagulls, a kitchen with a coal of fire
Sitting with Игорьком and share the last piece of fat
Who saved the booze, I boredom качалочка with турничком
Someone staring at the telephone or in гражданочке ныкает for the fence
Who from the power of the blows roof, and all the tries to educate
Пацанчика removed from the loop - пацанчик not breathing, flew shoulder straps, grandfathers - on дизбат
Weekdays military - the same Hari, army monotony
We knew who they were and know who we are
But, alas, do not know who we can be
Motherland, no more beautiful than you, ресцветающей in a Sunny may
The wind pushes the smell of women's perfume,
Howl cats, as I understand them!
I am an ordinary soldier - thing-bag machine, free manpower
Отстрелялся for you guys, I'm fully With whom howled nights guitar under beer
Beautifully Yes, it was beautiful to see the face
You ask "how is it?" Answer: "ебалово, it is better to learn"
Who are you, bald guy? Where are you from? with the oblast, city what region?
Yesterday not to sign was, now, it seems, all my life you know
Friends in trouble, if it is, then it's my friend
The army taught to tolerate, to dissolve their weakness through the veins мазолистых hands
I will simply serve to fulfill all the orders, And the time will pass quickly
Is there any sense in it, what is in it essence I fuck, dude, honestly
While in каликах at the window, looking at the sky as the astrologer
Airman Korzh demobilization became the day - the boys are asleep, the service is
Chorus :
Step day as a day Boy, hold on, you know he knows better
Platoon, right! me a pair of worn-out кирзачей
In the fire, because it is the army, army
Where the danger there and I (where the danger there and I)
The army, the army-I
Sleep well, my Motherland, my native land
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