Текст песни М. Задорнов и Марк Бернес - В палате выключили радио и Хотят ли русские войны

In the ward turned off the radio,
And someone stroked me Vikhor ..
In the Ziman hospital wounded
Gave the concert our children's choir.
Already start us signs did.
Two rows of wall
stood boys and girls
In front of the heroes of the war.
They,
relatives,
ugly
with big hollow eyes
And the miserable,
unlock
Watched with pity on us.
In the rear exhausted by the battles,
thin
frozen
pale
in their rolls of drains
Were we
For them, the heroes of the war.
Oh, looks long, detailed!
Oh, sisters compassion!
But here:
"Get up, the country is huge!" -
I got sick, our children's choir.

But I got killer from Vinnitsa.
The bathrobe was in the stains of Kisel,
and felt through the loaf was embarrassed
On the black bed of the crutch.
I drove on the windowsill,
Filed a sapper from Kostroma.
Soldiers sang, as if schoolchildren,
And like soldiers, we sang.
All sang righteously and valiantly
and nanny in an old scarf,
And in the boots of the Kizzov Doctor,
Forgetting a thermometer in hand.
Rasps were heard to us long
And it was holy and light.
That's all it was -
Army.
All this is the homeland saved.