Текст песни ПИТЕР ФМ - ОЛЕГ МАКИН - ГВАРДИИ МАЙОР

The snow resembled a dashing lilac color,
He poured, covering the parade ground according to the statutory measure.
An uneven track ran like a dark thread
Who would have known how lonely the way home can be ...

Guard major unarmed at night,
As if in a long captivity, he steps on the threshold.
But no one needs the Major here,
Like white lilacs under the heel of boots.

The lads will trumpet the system, and the whole ballet,
The night and a tender letter will warm the soul.
The stand-by light rattles empty in the window.
Who would have known how lonely the way home is ...

Guard major unarmed at night,
As if in a long captivity, he steps on the threshold.
But no one needs the Major here,
Like white lilac under the heel of boots ...