Текст песни НКК - на синеве

Our native Cadet Corps,
 Two steps airfield.
How many lives , how many fates,
All dreamed of one .
Do and learn
True to serve the Motherland .
To join desantura ,
And to make your jump .
At first it was difficult to
Night dreamed native land .
And sadness are all a little ,
That we will not soon go home.
Then she meets the morning
We charge every day.
And then every minute
We waited at home for news.

Chorus:

On the shoulders of our straps
With the NCC on blue.
Our friendship was born
In the clouds and the earth.
In our lives rushed service ,
Cadet profit , difficult days .
And friendship is stronger than steel
And together we are relatives .

It was everything we have something to remember
Bosom buddies .
Transitions and hiking, our first jumps.
We berets received with tears in his eyes.
You and I have worn for three years in his boots .
We rescued each other ,
Were not considered for debt.
We were greeted with a cup of tea
Their birthdays .
But quickly sped years
And scattered mirage.
And it is not beyond the threshold ,
The long-awaited release of our .