Текст песни Сергей Крылов - Песенка о маленьком трубаче

Around the war, this small,
They laughed at him all the doctors:
Where such a good little?
Well, except only trumpeters!
And he, still uneasy -
Well trubachёm so trubachёm!

As well, do not bow down!
All the bullets whistle over you!
Everywhere will be held, but not part
With its polished pipe!
And why? Because
With so put it!

But once in the autumn rains,
In a strange wilderness, in a Strange Land
The regiment was surrounded
And the commander was killed in battle!
Oh, how can that be, how can that be?
Well Well, trumpeter, you sound!

And the trumpeter stood in the smoke and flames,
By his lips pressed his trumpet!
And the whole regiment of the pipe wounded
I sang the Internationale!
And the regiment went for the trumpeter,
Ordinary trumpeter!

Soldier, soldier! We are not supposed to!
And that too, right, cry do not cry!
In a strange wilderness, in the grass nekoshenoy
I left a small trumpet!
And it is because it's all about what -
It was a real trumpet!