Текст песни Вадим Козин - Махорочка

MAHOROCHKA

Music by Vadim Kozin
Words by Mikhail Ruderman

We will not forget the years of fire
And halts at the Dnieper.
Curled into blue rings
The smoke of the makhorka by the fire.

Chorus:

Eh, makhorka, makhorka,
We made friends with you.
In the distance, the patrols are watching vigilantly,
Guarding the native land.

How will you receive a letter from your beloved
Remember the distant lands
And if you light a cigarette, with a ring of smoke
Your sadness flies away.

We defended our native land
Every little piece.
Eh, it's not for nothing that we burned at the halt
Our battle tobacco.

We will not forget the fiery years
And halts at the Dnieper.
Curled into blue rings
The smoke of the makhorka by the fire.

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