Текст песни Высоцкий - Песня про Сережку Фомина

I grew up like all courtyard punks -
We drank vodka, sang songs at night -
And we did not love Seryozha Fomin
Because he is always focused.

Once we sit at Seryozha Fomin -
We celebrated our meetings with him, -
And now that the war has begun,
Molotov told us in his famous speech.

At the military registration and enlistment office they told me: "Old man,
The native factory "Compressor" gives you armor! "
I refused - and Seryozha Fomin
His father, a professor, saved him from the army.

I bleed for you, my country,
And yet my heart is indignant:
I pour my blood for Seryozha Fomin -
And he sits and does not blow his mustache!

Now I suppose he walks on kin -
There is a chronicle about us before the session, -
Seryozha Fomin would be here now -
So that he was at the front in the German!

... But finally the war ended -
We threw off our shoulders like tons of cargo, -
I meet Seryozha Fomin -
And he is a Hero of the Soviet Union ...

1963