Текст песни Александр Флярковский - Буденовский шлем

Budenovsky helmet
Music: Alexander Flyarkovsky Lyrics: M. Tsuranov

Straight cut military armor,
Born in a harsh time ...
I hear - the hike gathers us all
Trumpeter leaning on the stirrup.

He wears a winged helmet from the top of the hill
Beeps filled with fervor ...
The romance of our youth itself
I kept you, my friend.

My old friend, Budyonnovsky helmet,
The past behind a gray haze.
But I remember - you were to the face of all the warriors,
Crowned with a red star!

Legends and lines of poems were composed,
Clear dawns blazed in them ...
You have been replaced, my winged helmet,
Ushanka with a cap soon.

But no matter how many years passed without them,
You have not sunk into our memory -
To this day, you marry young fighters,
Crowning gray-haired veterans.

My old friend, Budennovsky helmet,
The past behind a gray haze.
But I remember - you were to the face of all the warriors,
Crowned with a red star!