Текст песни Вероника Долина - Игра в солдатики

Blue soldiers, red canister -
There is a war of the twelfth year,
We ought to protect our forces,
Once in the court of such bad weather.

We do not walk - rain outside the window,
All expect that the change in the weather.
We regiments and companies under fire
We have fought the twelfth year.

My son seems to love war,
And every day we, the rookie.
Soldiers and Soldiers pack Shako -
Others do not give him toys.

A Horse is rushing faster and faster,
And where - the rabbits jump at the edge of ...
The child has forgotten dolls and animals,
For days on end we rattle gun.

Yet soon he will go to school
And lead the battle on the desk.
He - the fourth year, and it is
His shelves prot \ '{and} in Buonaparte.

But, thank God, skedaddle Frenchman
We won in that unequal fight,
My brave son curls mustache
What happiness - all of us in order.
My brave son curls mustache
What happiness - all of us in order.