Текст песни П.Быков - Тельняшечка

And we scream: "halfdra", we do not cry: "Hurray!"
In the wind flutter on the ribbons of the anchor.
Put on a challenge, going to an unequal battle,
Slop all holes in the front-line vest

Telnyashchka, Telnyashchka, on the body to the end,
Khrand, keep, shirt, me you are from lead.

Bustlands are our blacks from grief and longing.
Marine infantry cry - we are somehow not with your hands.
And as if the waves roll the sea over the earth,
Sea, striped, there is infantry into battle.

Telnyashchka, Telnyashchka, on the body to the end,
Sorry, you will not save, shirty, I'm from lead.