Текст песни Братина - Офицерик

Officer, Officer,
Young officer
Young officer
Under it is a conic crow
All gold trim
He is wearing a hat,
Gloves say
Blue apolets
Are smiling
In front of him is a girl
Grins
Are you healthy, gum?
Healthy, dear.
I'm not so healthy
My head hurts
Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
I do not know how to be
Than to treat a little head
I'll go, Mlada in the meadow
I'll rip weed out a pea
I'll pair the little head
Steam does not take a head
God does not give health
I'll go to the water
To Samara to the river
In Samara on the river
Gray geese are sitting
Deep muddy water