Текст песни ВДВ - Песня про ВДВ

What do we drink for, what do we drink for,
We drink at a non-festive table,
For everything to come true in life,
For the smell of girlish hair
For the camps, where the sky is the roof,
I got married to a telegram,
For marches, night moans,
We drink for soldier's shoulder straps ...

Drink for blue berets
For the fact that we are evil wolves

Freedom what a checkpoint
For this hell for the Airborne Forces
For waiting friends
For betraying my best friend
For the fact that there are pillars on the shoulders
Killer acupant dogs

For those who were not loved before
What did not eat before drinking
Not before smoking, not before sleeping
For the health that they gave
We drink to letters from relatives
For a cigarette for three
Hundreds of miles two three halts
And so that the mother slept peacefully

For the Airborne Forces and for laying
And behind the cold tent
Behind the white canopy of the parachute
And for the lack of comfort
For camouflage from sweat wet
Long running
For the fact that the forces are at the limit
And far from the goal

Bulletproof vest and helmet
For spare and for spare tire
Gas mask bayonet knife spatula
And for an almost empty flask
For the machine gun and for the erdeshka
For this mad rush

Duty-rotting wounds
For the exit, the battalion commander raids
For hunger, cold and tired
For what we have left to go
For that forest and swamp rot
For the cry in the night - the alarm of the company!

For guards and outfits
For self-propelled vehicles and ridges
And for disturbing dawns
For the songs that we have sung
For the march throws dull moans
And for the sergeant's shoulder straps
For the excitement experienced
And for free fall

What we drink for, what we drink for,
We drink at a non-festive table,
And at a friend's apartment
More than one dozen in uniform
What do we drink for ...