Текст песни курсантская на гитаре - курсант

Pure ringing of glasses, and native faces,
We sit with friends to have fun.
We remember how difficult for us sometimes was
How your girl quickly sobbed.

CHORUS:
Why we drink, for which we drink,
We drink not at the festive table?
For the fact that in life did not come true
Behind the smell of girls
For camps where the sky is the roof
For the telegram: "Married came out!"
For march-throws, deaf moans,
We drink for landing epaulets.

Recall how you fell into the ramp of the aircraft,
How did you beat on the march, sick something,
Rumbled as we rotted in the swamps,
So let's drink the guys that in the plots.