Текст песни Вожатская - Педотрядовское наше счастье

We are tired of living on calls
Tired of writing us notes
We know that our native land is waiting for us,
Pedotryadovskoe our summer.

Chorus:
The old people will see the dawn again
A flag flying up the mast into the sky
Maybe this is it
Pedotryadovskoe our happiness.

Don't look so sad in your eyes
I can't stay in Irkutsk,
Our squad leaves the station
And we will have to part again.

Chorus.

And let the slackers keep repeating
That, they say, it is better to wave to the south.
Our detachment is dear to us,
Whose history is in our hands.

Chorus.