Текст песни Юрий Богатиков - Старый марш

Hey musicians where are your notes
A lot of work awaits you today
Recall the glorious past
March play the old forgotten

Crumpled page blown attack
Bullet pierced musical notes
He went against the counter
In Shchors leather jacket in Chapaya burka

He lived in a trench in a tank and at Headquarters
So why is he now retired
Do we feel ashamed of the old march
That we will be proudly holy

Hey musicians do not spare forces
Pour joy to the brim in the heart
Let our brave marshal sing to us
He's the same age as the old march

May the brothers in the class sing to us
In step walking the march according
Serve for glory
Our homeland
With new old marches together