Текст песни ВИА Вежливые Люди и Опилкин - Медаль за Вашингтон

(VIA polite people and Opilkin)
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I am sitting soldier smoking a cigar.
Played gramophone trophy,
And on his chest shone
Medal for the city of Washington.

Rations hungry distributing,
It was this case he is not available.
Record old weeping
He carried harmonic chime.

It is this old plate
In the battle saved by keeping the bullets.
Now on the Russian Kalinka
Rebyatnya escaped Negroes.

And a flock of grub rose.
Soldiers do not be greedy, giving.
Shmatok took a knapsack fat.
Sliced ​​and small convened.

A foul stench capitol.
Chadil fuming ruins.
Soldier him sitting backwards.
I stood up and farted in a pillar of fire.

And negros laughing happily,
Who from bombezhik survived.
What the bourgeoisie - Got Game!
A gramophone on English singing.