ПОД ДРАКУ - 31
текст песни

We are iron chains
We break the cast -iron bridge.
And who will touch the chieftain
We will be reaped like oats ...

Vologda arrived
Looks at the bulbs.
Soon, soon these bulbs
They will fly under the shops ...

We did not come to get married,
Not girls to choose.
We came to fight
Shoot from the nagans.

Ataman goes along the shore,
Behind him is a teenage.
Who will touch the chieftain
The canes are sparkled.

We have not disappeared anywhere,
And now we will not be lost.
And our little parties
Big amazing.

Ataman Zelenu Kepochka
Put on the ground,
I took a knife out of my pocket
And he said: "We will not run!"

A shot crashed behind the village
A fog went along the river.
A bit from the first bullet -
This, horseradish, is not ataman!

From cutting along the rifle
The bullet rushed,
I reached a friend
Yes, it stopped in it.

I'm a hooligan boy
Fatko does Nagan -
He moves away from the cart
Wheel on the drum.

But I do not regret anything
And I do not value anything!
If the head is cut off
I will tie Korchaga!

My fininka fifth number
Grinded toe.
If anyone has not yet died
Save the boards to the coffin!

We are the guys-though
We have knives in our pockets.
Finnka, a sharp sock,
Do not get stuck between the gut!

Beat, beat, pounded
In the field at the mountain ash.
And the wounds were bandaged
All four cherries.

And our little Shayochka
Walk, walk, walk!
And our little step
Nobody hurt!

Beat, beat, pounded,
Iron cane curled.
And from under the white shirt,
Hot blood spilled!

Eh, brothers, walk!
I will not hang my ear!
And I will cut seven
And I will not be ... what!

And my comrade and I walked -
For two, one Nagan.
Four years forced
Divided in half!

And they say that the combat
And really - a hurricane!
I will stand on a hot stone,
And I won’t give a fly.

They say that combat
And really a fight.
And not a single fighting
Battle and Drill!

They say that combat
And really ataman!
The head of the police
Cut off the bunk.

We go along the village
And do not sink much.
And to whom will we break the face
To whom we lay the child!

And we are walking around the village
The chairmen themselves,
And we will not pester anyone,
Go to ... do not pester you!

He was going to a party
My father proved to me:
"The guys are angry with you
Take a cut with you. "

He was going to a party
My mother proved to me:
"The girls are angry with you,
Take the grip with you! "

He was going to a party
The dad put a Piglet.
Mom whispered in her ear.
"Do not drink, fool!"

He was going to a party
My father proved to me:
"To work, guy, a loafer,
And to walk - well done. "

Women are judged on the bridge,
That lazy I am growing.
I won't look at the women
I'll go on the stove!

Goodbye, comrades,
Lead me to the court!
The accordion plays ahead,
Behind, they carry children!

Chechen young
He welded the soup
and how to pour it
Compeked his hand

The bazaar is large
There are a lot of Chechens
The Russian girl is coming
Give her a road

Shamil stood on the mountain
He prayed to God
For freedom for the people
Low bowed

Chechen young
Bathed in the lake
Hands torn off his legs
I was left without a head

You will play this to me
"Skobar" amusing
so that the belly does not hurt
I have a sinner. (Pskov).

You will play us this
to make your legs take
so that all Sopinos
They did not jump in front of us. (Ekaterinburg).

You cut, there are few
You cut it yet
-Skom is young
It is overgrown well. (Ural).

Kinzhal has a pen Ala,
The pen is curling like a snake
-I will have a big fight
-Big, dagger me. (Ural).

Fascin, they did not freeze
Petrograd Neva ...
The knife was stuck, turned
-the head rolled. (Petersburg).

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