Текст песни Александр Маршал на стихи Сергея Ефимова - А у доктора легкие руки

Death circled around the medical battalion,
Who is it in this world dragged?
And we have Dr. podlatyval in a tent,
From fatigue to fall from the feet.

Chances zero thought to the crown of the head with the sound,
After krovischi lost, horror!
And the doctor - audacity and hands,
Like, I try somehow.

And the doctor's scalpel and vodka
Against hundreds of splinters and mines,
Against sniper bullets from high-rise buildings,
Against death alone.

Pulling already from the world,
Bamboozle old woman with a scythe,
Dock with a cigarette in his mouth extinct
I cast me and you

And muttered that we merge early,
And so we must endure,
And giving another drink half a cup,
Reza so that cheated death.

We cried out in pain and agony,
We gnawed teeth in the belt,
But the doctor light arms
And again, the endless day ...

Sergey Efimov