Текст песни Егор Тимофеев - Пионерская

A blue garrison cap was wearing
I realized that today I am not a pioneer, but a man
But the horn of the trumpeter separated you and me then
And before going to bed, I wrote on a soft pillow
Your sweet name is love

In the morning, on the line, my squad stood opposite yours
Saluting, you looked me straight in the eye
But the horn of the trumpeter separated you and me again
And before going to bed, I wrote on my hand with a knife
Your delicious name is love

Hang up
Well, again, everywhere I write your name everywhere
But no, this time I'll find someone to blame for our misery
Realizing that the trumpet player separated us from time to time
I went and kicked that trumpet player heartily
Bitch
For our love