Текст песни Александр Коренюгин - Дембеля

Leave to their homes
Dembele muster muster
And where you do not look in these days of May
Everywhere they go drunk

Goodbye native PPC
Do not sit more than me on the lip
Goodbye piece of service period is over
Now to the station march

At the station, the girl in tears
Quiet whispers soldiers stay
But the soldier replied to let your shoulders
They will lay hands salazhat

Hurtling train faster and faster
He takes home Dembele
Nothing is spared all propyut to ruble
Dembele muster muster

That city is painfully native
We are met by its beauty
Where two years ago, his mother followed us
More inexperienced salazhat

Leave to their homes
Dembele muster muster
And where you do not look in these days of May
Everywhere they go drunk