Текст песни от Высоцкого - Гимн 2 отряда

Spring melt the snow and hearts
And Tale opened arms
We stand in front of you on the stage today
But you our native brothers

Let there be no repetitions and exclamations " Biss ! "
Let there be no fanfare and applause
Anyway , we 'll take away with me
Delicate scent of oaks and acacias

And what day of the week the hour
Arms to open
Let's go through the alley and pass silently ,
Soul arrange your holiday

The soul is torn here and we are unbearable,
We look at the landscape of this home .
Our Tale , Forest , thanks for everything ,
And Wysocki , also a bow !