Текст песни ШИРЯЕВ ОЛЕГ - Солдатик

You, soldier, don't be sad - that's enough!
We are sad about ours - full!
It's foolish to waste your life
It happens like this in war - it hurts ...
The city of Grozny has been raked by "hail"
It's not our fault, boy.
For the lost sons - tears,
And to the survivors - memory.

And the wind tears the clouds eagerly -
This is how the gypsies in the song break the strings.
And it's too early for us to die!
And we would have another two hundred years!

Your dad fought in Afghanistan,
Machine gun stitched with a line ...
He was joking: "For your life, son, that's enough!"
Did he know that he hit the spot.
And I had to look through the sight, squinting,
Yes, to mourn then the fallen ...
We tried to grasp the stupidity
Those who made this mess!

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Pour vodka into a glass to the brim
Silently the third toast to the bottom - standing.
And death has such a gentle look -
For "loading" on the plane, three ...
Don't be sad, soldier, - the song is with you,
Yes, and our path, bro, is long,
So let's sing together now
Yes, about those who have become so dear to us!

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