Текст песни Александр Домогаров - Поручик выпьет перед боем

Lieutenant, drink before the fight
Sip wine in a jar camp
He is an hour iron formation
Will go into the psychic attack.

Lieutenant smoke to signal
The photograph in an envelope
A dozen words, so that she learned
How he loved hour before death.

It has long been checked uniforms,
To shine, shine where laid
And the officers, commanders
Already a solemn and stricter

Issue has been resolved, the result is not important
For Russia, for power, for the honor for the faith ...
Go to them to build three hundred fathoms,
Without touching the revolver ...

Nice gesture, funny game,
A Rus Rus, and brother against brother
Good and evil, native land,
You messed up once.

Lieutenant falls, scarlet snake
Blood spilled from the lips of hot.
Gift trёhlineyki Russian -
Appointed him a piece of lead.

Well, everyone is looking for a proper death
And illegal for each other.
But Russia does not become cleaner,
My fate to bail.

And I write a motto on the flag,
And I'm going under a new flag.
And I'm psychic attack
Many years insane step.

And I go on free will,
On the land where the fields frowns.
And to fall on the same field
Not doshagav to loopholes.

Only ten lines on paper
The last lines of the closest ...
And how many of us in such an attack
Falls bones in fields of Russian ...