Текст песни Андрей Миронов - Песенка про трубачей

Boys are running through the village
Girls, women, kids.
Like a swarm of locusts
Trumpets are blowing.

Tare bars are distributed,
Hussars came to us.
All handsome barbel
Trumpets are blowing.

The voice of the commander is heard:
- Accommodation in apartments.
It's getting close to night
Trumpets are blowing.

This night is a lot
Bab with soldiers whispered:
- Without you, even dear cry,
Blow a trumpet for me too.

And when they played the dawn,
The women wiped away their tears.
And taking grubs in knapsacks,
The trumpeters were leaving.

A year later in every hut,
A boy was born.
Throats tore like owls,
There will also be trumpeters.