Солдатские песни - Дембеля
текст песни

Leaving in native edges
Dembel, Dembel, Dembel
And where not to look at these day days
Everywhere drunk they go

Goodbye native gearbox
I do not sit on the lip
Goodbye a piece of service ended the term
Before the station one march throw

The train rushes faster and faster
He takes home demobel
In the restaurant sit all come off to the ruble
Dembel, Dembel Dembel

At the train station Girls in tears
Quietly whisper: Stay soldiers
No, answered the soldier, let his shoulders
There will be hands lying salad

Stop our city native
He meets his beauty
Here two years ago a mother accompanied us
Yastotone still salad

I open the familiar door
Man I am civil now
I will drink and walk, I will caress women
And to remember your service