Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Песня О Моем Старшине

I remember the military enlistment office:
"Not fit for the landing: that's it, brother!
People like you can't get through there ... "- and further laughter:
Like, what kind of soldier is you?
You - even at once to the medical battalion! ..
And from me - such a soldier, like everyone else.

Yes, war is like war.
And for me - and at all, for me twice,
The tunic on the back dried up to the body.
I lagged behind, failed in the ranks ...
But once in one battle,
I don't remember what the foreman liked me.

... The trench lads are noisy:
"Student! How many times two?"
Hey, bachelor, is it true - was Tolstoy the count?
And who is Gogol's wife? .. "
But then my foreman intervened:
"Go to sleep, you're not a saint, and in the morning there is a fight."

And only once when I got up
In all his height, he told me:
"Lie down! .." - and then a couple of words without cases, -
Why two holes in your head?
And suddenly he asked: "What, in Moscow
Are there really houses five stories high? "

There is a flurry above us! He groaned -
And the shard cooled down in it,
And I could not answer his question.
He lay down in the ground in five steps,
For five nights and five dreams -
Facing west and kicking east.