Текст песни Солдаты Афгана - 300 лет Морской пехоте

Once, long ago, from Petrov's frigates
Battle of enemy brig,
They gave the board of soldiers with the board,
Where does the return does not promist!

But surviving again on the approaches to the port
Mean of land and sea, - Mogi!
Why did the infantry magicia?
They are the two elements true!

Guarding power, over time arguing
She carries her service
And it was sometimes that far from the sea
The order led them to the campaign!

And in the city - Bushlata is always on the unpack,
In battle and in the ranks for century,
And delete sea lives under the vest
In the brave soul of the sailor!

And there was a lot of battles,
But how much waited ahead?
She passed without knowing defeats
Where it's just not to go!

Where again boiled the bridgehead under his feet
And in the dust turned to turn away,
Wigled marine infantry storms
Thought on stones and death!

But the time came, they took a victory,
I do not bend a brawl lead!
Adequately carrying the feat of the great-grandfather,
Not dare to roll with that interest!

Third century for marine infantry
How insert, continues his way!