Текст песни Сергей Боханцев - Музыка полковая

Rushed cold our faces
Crusting belts and snowflakes,
Blooming the parade capital,
As at Christmas Picture.

And in clean air frost
Plocc music sailed
And the tears of delight without hiding
We were strict and serious.

And do not need, it seemed like Lavra
And everyone, what we were told ...
Under these pipes and liconts
We were ready to die.

And years have passed quite a bit
And there is no trace of the former Rveya:
Who acquired another God
Who betrayed all the gods.

Nothing forever in this world,
Affairs other things are disturbing
Simple, as twice two - four,
And it can not be different.

I was looking for honor or glory
Not us, but those who were before.
And, leaving them further,
We understand how wrong.

After all, the laurels do not interfere with us.
And there is no desire for dying,
Although suddenly announce
Adorable memories
About how in the air frosty
Shaved the music regiment ...