Текст песни Собаки Качалова - Пехотный офицер

I'm sitting in the outhouse and read & quot; Morning Star & quot;
I am no longer young, but not too old
And maybe someone I seem too gray
What do you want , what you want ,
What do you want , I - infantry officer !

My dry lips caressing light smile
I do not read books, look grimly into the distance
In the mountains of Afghanistan , I tear the faithful Bank
And the more I will not, moody , nervous punk !

My girlfriend was crying , crying in three streams ,
Now she has to live differently , now it is a draw.
The music Neglinka , I went on campaign ,
Spooks I will clean my anus agglutinate .