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У вокзала, да у Казанского,
Паренек безногий сидел.
Под гармонику, под рязанскую
Песни грустные тихо пел.
Я Афган прошел, я Чечню прошел,
Всю проклятую да войну.
Христа ради дайте копеечку,
Авось как-нибудь проживу.
Но однажды вот, как случилося,
Что ж дороги не развели.
Его бывший друг и любимая
Рука об руку мимо шли.
Слово за слово и сказал дружок,
Что ж прощай солдат не грусти.
Бросил под ноги десять долларов,
Деревянных нет - уж прости.
А солдат ему тихо отвечал,
Я ж подачки сроду не брал.
Ты Россию тут разворовывал,
А я Россию там защищал.
Даже раненный, я терпел тогда
И врагу не сдал автомат.
А теперь со мной горе и беда
И заплакал горько солдат.
Проигрыш.
Его мать нашла, забрала его,
Больше сыночка не поёт.
Выпьет водочку, вспомнит девочку,
Ту, которая уж не ждет.
Выпьет водочку, вспомнит девочку,
Ту, которая уж не ждет.
At the station, yes at Kazan,
The guy was sitting.
Under harmonica, under the Ryazan
Sad songs sang quietly.
I passed the Afghan, I passed Chechnya,
All damned and war.
For the sake of Christ, give a penny
Perhaps I’ll live somehow.
But one day, as happened,
Well, the roads were not divorced.
His former friend and beloved
Hands in hand walked past.
Word for word and said my friend,
Well, goodbye, the soldiers do not be sad.
He threw ten dollars under his feet,
There are no wooden ones - I'm sorry.
And the soldier answered him quietly,
Well, I did not take handouts.
You plundered Russia here,
And I defended Russia there.
Even wounded, I suffered then
And the enemy did not pass the machine gun.
And now woe and trouble with me
And the soldier cried bitterly.
Loss.
His mother found, took him,
Son no longer sings.
He will drink vodka, remember the girl,
The one that is not waiting.
He will drink vodka, remember the girl,
The one that is not waiting.
The guy was sitting.
Under harmonica, under the Ryazan
Sad songs sang quietly.
I passed the Afghan, I passed Chechnya,
All damned and war.
For the sake of Christ, give a penny
Perhaps I’ll live somehow.
But one day, as happened,
Well, the roads were not divorced.
His former friend and beloved
Hands in hand walked past.
Word for word and said my friend,
Well, goodbye, the soldiers do not be sad.
He threw ten dollars under his feet,
There are no wooden ones - I'm sorry.
And the soldier answered him quietly,
Well, I did not take handouts.
You plundered Russia here,
And I defended Russia there.
Even wounded, I suffered then
And the enemy did not pass the machine gun.
And now woe and trouble with me
And the soldier cried bitterly.
Loss.
His mother found, took him,
Son no longer sings.
He will drink vodka, remember the girl,
The one that is not waiting.
He will drink vodka, remember the girl,
The one that is not waiting.
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