Текст песни Песня про зайцев - А нам все равно

In a small cellar, dumplings smell delicious,
And the head bursts from the clink of glasses.
Washing down with wine the timid thrill of doubt,
We hum to each other strange words.

Chorus:
We don’t care, but we don’t care,
In a year or two, youth will pass.
Strange will be the one who does not drink at all,
Let's face it, he's just an idiot!

And the oaks - the patrols were near the Rubin,
And the city is full of red armbands.
The third course all walks along the Ho Chi Minh trail
And one cadet to another gently says:

Chorus.

And in the barracks there is a very strange man:
He stretched out his lips with a pipe, his eyes are burning.
He reads the charter to a half-drunk crowd,
And around him they laugh, and around him they shout: