Текст песни Вика Цыганова - Золотые погоны

Golden epaulettes Russian mine
You wear - again faith in God will wake up
And celestial blue, and rye field
Once again defending, gentlemen, we have to

Let thundering drum, wind ruffled banners
Our thoughts are clear, our conscience is clear
Before the Lord of all systems by name
And the lieutenant raised the banner with the Face of Christ
For Mother Russia drawn swords
Not afraid of a bullet in combat Chalayan
In addition to the Motherland have nothing to lose
In the Russian-sweet mother die

Again snowstorm look into the eyes
And the rain will flow, like children's tears,
And at a time darkened the skies Turquoise
And candles are lit in the birch

Care cordon today we have no right to
After all, Russia is the pain we do not take
And in the last battle, we do not aspire to fame
And without firing chain go on the field

For Mother Russia drawn swords
Not afraid of a bullet in combat Chalayan
In addition to the Motherland have nothing to lose
In the Russian-sweet mother die