Текст песни Виктор Берковский - Песня шагом, шагом, под британским флагом

Song-step, step, under the British flag,
At the meeting dusty palm sailed from far away.
Between sunset leaves the blood, as if pressed to the wound there
On the hand, fingers spread.

You do not setuy about Tommy's own home,
Beat the drum, beat the drum, hey, Tommy, do not be sad!
Left glory, the glory of the right front and rear glory
And in the midst of a forgotten grave.

And hoisted next to the bullet with a projectile
Song of good cobra, and hand bat
On sharks appreciative of the barracks radiant,
And a rainbow cholera camps.

So does the world need kiplingova lira,
Beat the drum, beat the drum, hey, Tommy, do not be shy!
Raj songs people can be even snakes.
By the power of the songs people can make snakes!