Текст песни БГ - Поручик Иванов

Lieutenant Ivanov

Where are you now, Lieutenant Ivanov?
You go to the parade without pants;
You wander there, Divinently Nagya,
You are autonomed by trolleybus arc;

When you go home from the parade you,
Your neighbors are hiding in the bushes.
Your revolver is brilliant, like a diamond,
Always embarrassed by my gentle eye.

And at night your candle burns,
When bugs you swing
And trample a fly heavy boot ...
Do not let the Lord become your enemy.