Текст песни Кватро - Песня военных корреспондентов

From Moscow to Brest
There is no place,
Wherever we wandered in the dust.
With a watering can with a notebook,
And even with a machine gun
we went through fire and cold.
Without the sip, comrade,
The song is not welded,
So come for a small pour.
Here's to write,
Here's to shoot,
Here's to marching under fire!

There is a reason we have a drink -
For military wire
For the U-2, Emku for success.
As we marched on foot,
As a shoulder thrust,
How do we keep up before anyone else.
From the wind and cold
Sing we became worse
But we say to those who reproach:
"With our pokochuyte,
With our ponochuyte,
With our povoyuyte if only for a year! "

Where we have been,
We did not give tanks -
But we do not lose ever.
On the ragged pickup
And with a revolver
The first to enter the city.
So let's drink to victory,
For our newspaper.
And we will not live, my dear,
Anyone hears
Relieve and write,
Does anyone remember his us with you!