Текст песни Армейские - Прощай, комбат и автомат

Goodbye a protective color for a century,
The sadness of the soldiers' years is leaving,
The wheels of the train are knocking,
Now I'm no longer a soldier
And this music does not understand the wheels!

I'm going to my native station,
Where with tears in my eyes
Mother fled
Meet me through the crowd.

Know is not fate
We should be together,
If you were able to forget me
And the oath of faithfulness
changed my fate,
I allowed myself to kiss another.

I'm going to my native station,
Where with tears in my eyes
Mother fled
Meet me through the crowd.

Goodbye carpets,
I won't return here anymore
Never!
The wheels of the train are knocking,
Now I'm no longer a soldier
And this music does not understand the wheels!

I'm going to my native station,
Where with tears in my eyes
Mother fled
Meet me through the crowd!