Текст песни Сергей Маховиков - Старшина

music: Sergey Makhovikov
words: Valery Shituev, Sergey Makhovikov


Wait, sergeant, do not drive horses
Not parts, we have a lot of time.
If you want, pour yourself at least to the edge,
Do not look at us too strictly.

Remember, foreman, our executed platoon,
And the soldier that lay on the border.
Only in the evening was the last machine gun silent
And suddenly songbirds came to life ...

A flurry of flocks soared in the garden
Stumbled upon each other in the branches,
Maybe they were in battle, maybe they were in hell,
But not all of us still shot back.

These are the souls of fighters, these are our chicks,
Until the last circled in the field.
Everyone wanted to help, but they couldn’t help,
Everyone shouted for us to live

Pour foreman, for the health of the guys,
for the soldier who is now on the border,
Look, look - birds are circling in the sky,
Everyone is circling these songbirds ...