Армейская песня под гитару - Чупчик Аленка
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Handy and tear, nicknamed Seryoga. He spent a rare talent, as if on sin. When they fought, there were many enemies in consumption. He is one on one, went out against all. And when proud loners grew up. Through the evil heat and a gray blizzard. They went through all the hot spots together. Like a gray flock of wolves through the taiga. With such a wolf cub was loved by a girl. A good girl, Chubchik Alyonka. But once in the mountains, the young overslept. The highlanders came quietly and got the knives. They killed the entire platoon, and Seryoga was tied. And in a distant aul, the beaten was brought down. And the old man launched over Seryoga. Glorily your mother before the death of the saints. There are two ways out, die. Or in a fist battle, fill up five. Progrash. I don’t have my mother, I don’t remember the old man either. An orphan I am a father to clash for me not a sin. For Russia, an old man, for a happy share. He, as in childhood, rose alone against all. Modulation. From under the vest is torn, a lead body. What is the boy to die young. But natural talent knew exactly his business. He dumped them easily one after another. On quiet fresh, on dusty roads. He fled from Chechen captivity Seryoga. And the flock believed, the wolf cub will return. And the Chubchik Alyonka, the soldier will wait. And the old man is Wahhabis, he only said gloomily. Who is born a man is born to win. Mountains, our fate and added thinking. We will death like this boy to stand.