Текст песни Юность в сапогах - пародия

Hello young draftee
What a slouch, wilted?
Come on, take off your underpants
Climb the scales
Look - how thin
Why are you so
What was fed on the citizen?
All sorts of you
Neither oatmeal nor hodgepodge,
No potatoes, no borscht,
We will feed you cabbage soup!
We have no form
Put on such a skeleton
Barely heart beating
He, that look, will bend
But he will have to be called upon
There is no one else to call
We will issue the form.
If inside is longing
If you eat tired rubbish
Feel free to step into the troops
They are fed in the army three times a day.
Step forward and two back
In a number of dystrophics are
Any enemy will be afraid
Fight an army like that
And lay himself in coffins
From our thinness
Nothing we're thin
But then, before the fight, they are evil
In appearance, maybe no
But the soldiers are daring
We are for the first and second
For compote and for roast
Three come out against a thousand
These are we heroes!