Андрей Куряев, Юрий Спиридонов - Позывной Шансон
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He picked up a guitar,
Sang criminal songs
Torn the strings of his heart
In his youth

He went through turbulent years
Universities
But he never found
The answers he needed

There was a government building
A long road
Nights under lock and key
Light and hopelessness

He drank his fate to the bottom
Waited for the trump suit
But war came
And his soul was torn apart

And from now on he
Callsign: Chanson
On the front lines
Just a private
On the front lines
Fight for Russia! Forgiveness for his sins
Callsign: Chanson

He's a soldier now
A stormtrooper, a law-abiding figure
Stroking his machine gun
Rough palms

The karma of days gone by
That itched in his skin
Washed away with his own blood
And with someone else's too

As if to return to his father's house
Even for a day
With the enemy within
To sort things out a little

And then again
To drive out the hordes of villains
And take Odessa
Washington and London!

And from now on he
Callsign: Chanson
On the front lines
Just a private
On the front lines
Into battle for Russia!
Forgiveness for his sins
Callsign: Chanson