Текст песни Песни нашего века - Сентиментальный марш

Hope, I will be back when the trumpeter will play with
When the pipe to the lips is closer and sharp elbow will take.
Nadezhda, I will stay intact: Not for me the ground is raw,
And for me - your alarms and the good world of your concerns.

But if the whole century passes, and you hope to get tired,
Hope if I need my death to open my wings,
you order, let the trumpets wrapped up
To make the last grenade to finish me.

But if suddenly someday I will not be able to protect yourself,
What a new battle either pushed the Bowl of the earth
I'm still the Pade on that, on the only civilian one
And the commissars in dusty helmets are inclined silently.

1957.