Текст песни Стас Коноплянников - Воспоминания в день военной разведки

Holidays so little we have ,
Less than desirable to us.
Phone Disk Spin ,
Call their fraternization .
Hoarse voice say in response :
- Hello , brother , how are things ,
We had not seen for three hundred years ,
Came time for us to meet .

Chorus:
Brimming goblet ,
Yes, come on, let her in a circle,
The first drink to reconnaissance ,
The second shoulder that turning the other .
Third come for the best people ,
Did not return from the battlefield friends
And the fourth pray about the fate of their own.

Sit down, have a smoke -way,
Think of the past cases
As a strengthened faith and pain
In the long , transient battles
Let's remember how we put the fate of
On luck as on the scale
Recall the armor along the road ,
What remained there as crosses.