Текст песни Шабашов Михаил - На привале

On a halt commander mows beard
Like the snow whirls over the world Oskol city
The unusual silence buried streets
As soldiers in the war all the houses slouch

Tunic elders third year salty
It has become yellow along the back and there was a green
And sergeants faded overcoat Bedov
Snowstorm sweeps up all the old and new

It sweeps out a gun and me with earrings
The fifth day of February everything goes his way
We stayed here-Well is now permanently registered
Do not ever go back to her mother's sons

loss

Then the army will go to retreat winning
Rain tears obolёt our land poor
Three fragments for two and a mass grave
That there is an eternity, if you share a moment a soldier

Sergeant nalёt hundred grams at the enemy's Reichstag
Vodka with pain he remember his every half
We are for the peaceful world paid dearly
Every day gets the sunrise over the city Oskol