Текст песни Песни Второй Мировой Войны - Партизанская борода

That intelligence, then ambush
Haircut - when I shave?
The inevitable disappointment
Partisan of the beard!
Beard eh, my beard
To what are you growing back?
Used to be called brush
Speak Now - broom.

! Chorus:
The guy I'm young,
And I go, and with a beard!
I'm not worried,
Let it grow to the waist.
That's when progonim Fritz
There will be time, will shave
Wash - shave, dress up,
With Milka kiss!

The enemy shoot accurately,
And call me in the ranks
Tolley's grandfather, the Dedkov,
His beard for my.
But overall combat
Bearded arrow
And hello, young
And honor, like an old man!

! Chorus

I do not sorrow, not grief,
That Detachment say
& Quot; So chertushka-fellow,
Young and bearded! & Quot;
Only one makes me sad
Not great trouble:
Guerrilla medals
Closes the beard!