Текст песни Леонид Сергеев и Мищуки - Красно-белый марш

Blew the trumpets and march company,
Taking the & quot; shoulder & quot ;, go to the parade.
And do not care about that somewhere guns
Trembling with impatience.

For heroism and enough paper,
I do not care to die, even though we tipsy.
And the red poppy and white camomile
Growing up on the cursed earth.
And the red poppy and white camomile
Growing up on the cursed earth.

Over it went up, and the joys and woes.
Measured pace inexorable fate,
And bayonets swinging victory
And approaching the threshold.

We do not know, whose shot was the last.
Then sovrut who is right and who is wrong.
And do not care about all the empty nonsense
Years after forty or fifty.

We live for only four steps
Their first gunner tore string.
Chamomile with poppy seeds, valor and courage
They fall to the ground one.

Blew the trumpets and march company,
Fixed bayonets go to the fire and smoke ...
And, quietly gasping settles someone ...
And there is a young ...
And, quietly gasping settles someone ...
And there is a young ...