Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Про армию

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I was casting a shadow
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On the rocky road,
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Footcloths I rubbed his leg,
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Helmet knocked askew.

Thighs thumps butt
And I think about women
And I stumble over the potholes,
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I remember the Russian mat.

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Op-la, the army - it's me!
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Op-la, the army - it's me!

Ensign mustachioed maniac,
He said that our buttocks
There should at all times be
Tightly clenched fist.

And I did so with the treasury ing
It has long been similar to Pinocchio,
Six months quarantine -
I would be the spitting image of scrag.

Op-la, the army - it's me!
Op-la, the army - it's me!

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But in civilian life - output,
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The girls go to the mini-skirts,
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And somewhere in there, my dove
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Resting is not with me.

And we believe in the shit
To the glory of Mother Russia,
And only one thing gives us strength -
Dembel will anyway.

Op-la, the army - it's me!
Op-la, the army - it's me!

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Army - it's me!
Army - it's me!
Army - I ..!

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