Текст песни Полковник и Однополчане - Солдат на привале

The hammer and sickle is sent to the zenith,
Early ray sadness leads to an empty mind,
Megaphone on the bank of votes
As Uzbeks latyshek united Russia.

It rises from the ashes vypimshi people
Neformal scrapes from your blood bludgeon ...
A soldier on a halt no hassle,
If only the bath started in Women's Day.

That farmer, who is stronger in politics,
He raises hell in the village throughout the country,
To feed the collective ducks and pigs
And the citizens do not raise these virgin lands.

The rulers of America are flying,
That weapon to the ground to wipe ...
A soldier on a halt so do not care,
If only ensign in the forest lifted the bear.

Green forests, sky blue, but the red flag,
Hair is black, but under the skin of the chest Seda,
Zadolbali vortices of furious attacks,
That would be for the army huts vozvernut.

So no, we find the same, damn it, where to send troops,
Accursed bones to us, like snow under the heel,
A soldier tortured longing,
He shot himself and more to do with ..