Текст песни Леонид Утёсов - С одесского кичмана бежали два уркана

From Odessa Kichmay
We ran two Urkal,
We ran two Urkal tie loose.
In Vapnyarovskoy raspberries they stopped,
They stopped to rest.

Comrade, comrade, I hurt my wounds,
Hurt my wounds in clumps ...
One vzhe heals
Another run up,
And the third one stuck in in bokeh.

Comrade, comrade, tell you my mother,
With her son perished in the post ...
And with his sword in hand,
With a whisk in others
And with a cheerful song on the lip.

Comrade maloholnye bury my body,
Bury my body in clumps ...
And with his sword in hand,
I have a friend with a whisk
And with a cheerful song on the lip.

For the same scho Well we fought
For the same scho Well we strazhdali,
For scho Well, we shed our blood?
They're there feasting,
They're out there walking,
And we are Give them your children ...

Oh mom, my mom ...