Текст песни Трофим - а 20 лет - как вода в песок...

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Twenty years ago, the Moscow Region bosota,
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We're in one appeal left the house mother.
Em E Am
Mom cried our footprint and beardless infantry
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There was a grub behind, but with a hungover head.

Ah, the land, my friend, we seemed to fame:
AWOL, guardhouse, yes Mayorov wife ...
Long remembered our battalion as standing for the power
Retired Sergeant sportroty yes sergeant in the reserve.

Am D
Chorus: And twenty years, as water in the sand,
G C
But it does not want to believe.
Am H7
Let them have long turned white temple
Em E7
And write the name of a patronymic,
Am D
We are the same boys
G C
And our friendship is still
Am H7
Among the treasures of any treasury
Em
No price!