Текст песни Морис Синельников - Красный командир

Red commander in the civil war,
Red commander in the hot horse.
The battle is the detachment - the commander of the front,
Scarlet bow burns on his chest.

Hryvnia gray clouds over the earth,
Trembling on the bridge responded river.
- Drawn swords! - It was only a cold in his chest
Red commander ahead.

Pipes do not weep, do not you dare cry!
I did not want to, did not want to die!
It flashed in the eyes, and the world has fallen.
Oh, fly forward, commander! ..

And wherever the life of any cast us into battle,
I always thought that next to me
In leather jacket and a bow on the chest
Red commander ahead.

Red commander in the civil war,
Red commander in the hot horse.
The battle is the detachment - the commander of the front,
Scarlet bow burns on his chest.