Текст песни Дмитрий Полторацкий - Голубые береты

The dome of the sky the Great of Russia,
And beneath the gold field,
We gave the insignia blue
Not in vain native land.

Not in vain pbj. and in the summer,
On a clear afternoon and into the gloom of night,
Cherish blue berets
Blue-eyed Russian peace.

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Blue berets,
Blue berets,
As if the sky fell
On the shoulder straps of soldiers.
Blue berets,
Blue berets,
Our Russian sky
Above all awards.

Remember the glorious years of the landing -
These are the years of the Great War.
Remember raids in the rear occupants
And salutes the victorious spring.

I remember the sultry sky Afgan
And Chechen stubble heights
Remember Hospital, groans and wounds
In twenty years, grizzled head.

Chorus.

Over Russian adversity like clouds
A clear day close at times,
But we keep landing mighty
General Margelov system.

But we hold dear the sky Russia
And her golden fields.
We gave the insignia blue
Not in vain native land.

Chorus.
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