Текст песни Олег Ширяев - Пять минут до подъёма

Five minutes before the lifting,
And the brother sleeps at home.
Sleep peacefully and does not know
What I will get up soon.
I'm talking about Brother's life,
On the divided of the sofa
And that there is a bath,
It remains to dream.
An hour later the brother will rise,
Well, I automatics,
Distribution and peason
Alert ripping.
He will drink coffee there
And about the cake will not forget
He will live in me
I want so too.
Slowly goes to school
And no one offends
His tender soul
For a slow step.
There are no fences for him,
No charters, no fees,
He marches there, Borov,
My little is not a fool.
Well, I do not regret
What was drunk on the neck
So many tights, deprivation.
Be calm, my brother,
At home is better i know
And let I do not walk,
For you pressed
Your chest machine gun.