Текст песни Александр Минаев - Прощай, дивизион

I do not believe, it may not be, it's a dream
But no, in hand a suitcase.
And in front of me my division,
Alas, the substitute is delivered.
Lumps stuck in me words
Lead and spill.
And, gritting his teeth, nodded: "It's time!"
In the arms of all sentence.

The arrow was rushed two years,
But the war is not visible to the end.
Not drift, substitute, I'm lucky,
And you do not lose face.
My vest is put on, my friend,
Athoman Chervonets.
I'll take my homeland
Handfold with blood of the earth of the earth.

Harsh days of summing up
My fighting friends, come back
And alcohol bring to the mouth
For the fact that you can not forget.
Give oak to the spirits and see.
Sample combing pijons.
Goodbye guys, and not happen.
Goodbye my division.

The last four lines of each couplet - 2 times.