Текст песни Денис Береснев - Курсантская народная

Here our youth will pass in green gymnastics,
There are golden fields on cadets' shoulder straps.
We didn't know what the sweet whisper of lovers meant
But then we learned what FRIENDS are!

We walked wearily towards the machine
And one cigarette at a halt per platoon
For all the time we have experienced a lot
Gritting their teeth, they were silent under the heel of adversity.

But these years will pass and the time will come
Lieutenant stars on shoulder straps will "rise"
And the heart will beat when the new tribe
Very young boys will be dashing to us!

And the heart will beat when the new tribe
Very young boys will be dashing to us!