Текст песни Алексей Кириллов - Сторож

I - just a guard, standing on guard,
Lest any loss.
I sit on the point of boiling water when,
In the flowers for a long nighttime.

I - watchman honest, I do not sleep at night,
In my eyes - a little bit of sadness.
I - watchful guard, watching the warehouse
And I do not need to someone else.

Office I firmly guarded,
And until the morning I kept repeating:
I - watchful guard, from the thief - a fence
My job - to me as a reward.

Leisurely run moments
And there is a reason for the poem.
Be true, great, always on guard,
Lest any loss.

So we'll be together watchmen
In one's own home and in God's temple!
At night, in bad weather and cold,
After all, be on guard - worthy of her husband!