Текст песни Пионерские песни - Картошка

Well, sing it guys
This is how we lived in the camp.
And in the sun like kittens
Warmed themselves like that, warmed themselves like that.

Our poor stomachs
We were always hungry.
And we counted the minutes
Until lunchtime.

Fire smoke. Embers glow.
Gray ash and ash.
Teases our sense of smell
The spirit of potatoes by the fire.

Oh, potatoes, delicious,
The ideal of the pioneers.
He does not know pleasure,
Who did not eat potatoes. (Ahaha teplohood)