Текст песни Розенбаум - Старая армия

The old army
We fought for honor and truth.
Raised us
In the damp
The basement walls of the commune.

With a cigarette passion
Night and day
We stand tall
Under heavy fire
Old friend my trench
I dug in a full profile -
The sniper shot him head-on,
Killed.

The old army
We were killing ourselves for a vacation in Sochi,
For the salary,
For kindergarten,
And for a terry robe.

Here I go to the parade:
Three seams at the temple
No room for rewards
Though my chest is not narrow.
My quartermasters are a thief after a thief.
Look at them
In the prison yard.

The old army
We are over fifty dollars, and many are older.
Our charter is forever right
And this is now the Ministry of Health.

On unsteady legs
They sing in karaoke
And they fear the enemy
And thrown into battle.
We are losing soldiers
We grit our teeth
Everywhere mate-rewind,
Blood, smoke.

The old army
We trusted ourselves and SMERSH.
The regiment is on fire
And there's no point
Kohl not back to back.

Here's an old friend of mine
I dug in a full profile -
The sniper shot him head-on,
Killed.
And we stand tall
Under heavy fire
With a cigarette passion
Night and day.
We stand tall
Under heavy fire
With a cigarette passion
Night and day.