Текст песни Ярослав Смеляков - Под пристани гомон прощальный

Under the gomon farewell marina
In the village, where the break and the sand,
On our steamer sad
With the little thing with a parenchy.

He is cheerful, see, and offended,
Satisfied and sort of like -
Already under the machine sked,
Civilian is still dressed.

On this military haircut,
On shine angry eye
We are in a strong Siberian boy
The soldier was recognized now.

He did not know when between us
Stood with his novel,
That the army is a red banner
Already spread over him.

He did not think at all, a guy,
What in civilian clothes we
Military red books
Quietly lie about the reserve

Decided at least a little, but note
Although, but put him.
And what we drank there in the buffet,
Now remember anything.

But it is possible, since without pretense,
And how to say it,
Some cranberry mors
Soldier friendship to bore?