армейские песни - Комендантанский батальон
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На батальонной я на лавочке сижу, и сигаретку потихонечку тяну, и я в курилке загрустил, о том
как на гражданке жил, о том как я 12 месяцев служил
Изволь со мною были здесь мои друзья, и день за днём крепчали мы и ты и я, плац, марш бросок наряд, петлицы, я не забыл твои ресницы. С куском родимым нам пора пришла проститься
Надеждой вечною в душе моей была, как ты писала, до последнего ждала. Тебя ещё сильней люблю и фотографию твою в кармане трепетно под сердцем я храню
Прощай ком-роты, старшина и зам-полит и пусть комбат Сителов нас за всё простит, за пререканья, самовол, за в кубарях не мытый пол, и за ремень который я пустил на болт
Пускай послужит новый молодой призыв, и пусть дневальный им подъем - отбой кричит, пусть наш военный городок родным подвстанет на годок. Шконяры, камбусы, казармы, потолок
Приказ подписан мы торопимся домой, пишу в объятиях мамане дорогой, плюс рельсов слышу звон, тебе я низкий бью поклон родной отдельный капитанский батальон
Спасибо всем, что рядом были вы всегда, плечом к плечу, бок о бок не разлей вода, и день за днём один за всех теперь 0.5 махнуть не грех. С татуировкой тост сказал за ВМФ
Вот нерешительно иду я к КПП, даже слезинка прокатилась по щеке, комбат сказал нам все слова и закружилась голова, буду скучать я бесконечно пацантра
В красивой форме с аксельбантом на груди, ярко над солнцем точно золото горит. Бобры запомнят навсегда, как за воротами тогда прощай сказали срочной службе дембеля
Возьму я с полки старый дембельский альбом, в пыли потёртый, сколько-ж времени прошло. Я вспоминаю наши дни, когда дождались осень мы, и строевым мы в дмб своё вошли
Быть может встретимся сквозь долгие года, когда седая будет наша борода. Ты дашь гитару, скажешь пой и помним мы мотив другой, как отслужили мы в дорожно-мостовой
Ты дашь гитару, скажешь пой и помним мы мотив другой, как отслужили мы в дорожно-мостовой
I’m sitting on a battalion on a bench, and the cigarette is slowly pulling, and I was sad in the smoking room, about that
how I lived in a civilian, how I served for 12 months
I would like my friends here with me, and day after day we and I, and I, a parade ground, a march throw an outfit, buttonholes, I did not forget your eyelashes. With a piece of birthday, it was time for us to say goodbye
The hope of the eternal in my soul was, as you wrote, waited until the last. I love you even stronger and your photo in your pocket is trembling under my heart I keep
Farewell to the Kom-Rotes, the foreman and the deputy folly and let the battalion battalion for everything forgive us for everything, for the bickering, an improval, not for the kubari was not washed the floor, and for the belt that I let on the bolt
Let a new young call will serve, and even if they have an indifferent rise - the hift is screaming, let our military town go to his relatives to the year. Shkonyars, galley, barracks, ceiling
The order is signed we rush home, I write in my arms to Maman Dear, plus the rails I hear the ringing, I am low to the bow of my native separate captain battalion
Thanks to everyone that you were always there, shoulder to shoulder, side by side, do not spill water, and day after all now 0.5 is not a sin for 0.5. With a tattoo, toast said for the Navy
I indecisively go to the checkpoint, even the tear rolled down my cheek, the battalion commander told us all the words and the head dizzy, I will miss the kids endlessly
In a beautiful form with an axelbant on the chest, brightly over the sun, the gold is burning. Beaver will remember forever, as goodbye then they said the urgent service of the demobilization
I will take from the shelf the old Dembretsky album, in the dusty dust, how many time has passed. I recall our days when we waited for autumn, and we entered our DMB in the DMB
Perhaps we will meet through many years when our beard will be gray. You will give a guitar, say to sing and remember the motive of another, as we served in the road
You will give a guitar, say to sing and remember the motive of another, as we served in the road
how I lived in a civilian, how I served for 12 months
I would like my friends here with me, and day after day we and I, and I, a parade ground, a march throw an outfit, buttonholes, I did not forget your eyelashes. With a piece of birthday, it was time for us to say goodbye
The hope of the eternal in my soul was, as you wrote, waited until the last. I love you even stronger and your photo in your pocket is trembling under my heart I keep
Farewell to the Kom-Rotes, the foreman and the deputy folly and let the battalion battalion for everything forgive us for everything, for the bickering, an improval, not for the kubari was not washed the floor, and for the belt that I let on the bolt
Let a new young call will serve, and even if they have an indifferent rise - the hift is screaming, let our military town go to his relatives to the year. Shkonyars, galley, barracks, ceiling
The order is signed we rush home, I write in my arms to Maman Dear, plus the rails I hear the ringing, I am low to the bow of my native separate captain battalion
Thanks to everyone that you were always there, shoulder to shoulder, side by side, do not spill water, and day after all now 0.5 is not a sin for 0.5. With a tattoo, toast said for the Navy
I indecisively go to the checkpoint, even the tear rolled down my cheek, the battalion commander told us all the words and the head dizzy, I will miss the kids endlessly
In a beautiful form with an axelbant on the chest, brightly over the sun, the gold is burning. Beaver will remember forever, as goodbye then they said the urgent service of the demobilization
I will take from the shelf the old Dembretsky album, in the dusty dust, how many time has passed. I recall our days when we waited for autumn, and we entered our DMB in the DMB
Perhaps we will meet through many years when our beard will be gray. You will give a guitar, say to sing and remember the motive of another, as we served in the road
You will give a guitar, say to sing and remember the motive of another, as we served in the road
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