Текст песни Борис Щеглов - Магнитная разведка

Magnetic reconnaissance goes on the route,
Magnetic reconnaissance - in cold and hot weather
Leaves through the mists, comes through the dew, -
Magnetic reconnaissance strides the most.

Shirts stick to the body - the top is high.
Like gods on Olympus, we roam in the clouds.
From a dense mountain cliff you will see, as in a dream,
Brown clouds and cornflower blue snow.

Tired as hell, "god" will lie down by the stream,
And the partner girl - curls on the shoulders -
It will throw its head back and softly sing ...
Ah, dear goddesses, desperate people!

With this you will share warmth and crackers,
With such you will not shrink, with such you will not burn;
I will ask for such a secret from happiness ...
Magnetic reconnaissance goes on the route.