Текст песни Евгений Исакевич - Поединок

Somewhere in a small village,
The garrison town
Flourished the ancient order,
As the dust on the ceiling.

And in the glow of the amber,
Replaced by blue,
Dawn was delightfully good
But in the old garrison
With the rise to rebound
Nothing is changed or a penny.

     There were valiant commanders,
     Cigarettes smoke,
     There were frayed uniforms,
     People carried inside.

     And, squinting in the sights,
     With dreams of capitals,
     We walked slowly down the line,
     A non-commissioned officers were eating eyes face,
     They faithfully breathing fumes.

In the office in the evenings
Eating eyes tobacco smoke,
Emperor in a shabby frame
He seemed young.

Colonel bearded
The morning after the bath
He put on a solemn parade,
And brave soldiers
With broken lips
Shouted three times, "Hurrah!"

     Lieutenant in thought:
     Once the message arrives in the year,
     What - oh, joy! - Someone has died,
     And at the headquarters of the position is.

     But they are unlikely to be appointed -
     At this place is tipped
     Having a beautiful wife.
     And if all else,
     Then who wants
     To go voluntarily to the war?