Трофим - Как жаль
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We will set up a bivouac in an abandoned collective farm
Let's light a trophy candelabra in the barn
And with a liter of the last pervach in the convoy
Let us remember the army of desperate hussars
Resin rolls down like a tear from a spruce branch
For an army that no longer exists
Yesterday Corporal Bychkov returned from reconnaissance
He said that they gave up the media and the Internet
What a pity that they left us, guys.
Luck, fame, sponsors and cool
What a pity that the world is ruled by adversaries
And we have long been the folklore of beer stalls
Goodbye forever, pimply girls.
And also, ladies in their own juice
No one will break their liver for you anymore
And he won’t thrust his spear at full gallop
Farewell to the land of long johns strung on the masts
Irons floating with the flow
They don't cry for us anymore on these irons
And they are waiting for the gentlemen from the Cote d'Azur
What a pity that they left us, guys.
Luck, fame, sponsors and cool
What a pity that the world is ruled by adversaries
And we have long been the folklore of beer stalls
We did not hold the line, the power lost
The divisional commander was bullied by the liberals
And only the messenger in the arms of the general
Still thin, shy and snotty
The jagged blade is twisted in its scabbard
The cartridge jammed in the revolver
Put down the crossbow, rejoice sodomites!
You win, we're going into hiding!
What a pity that they left us, guys.
Luck, fame, sponsors and cool
What a pity that the world is ruled by adversaries
And we have been for a long time
What a pity that they left us, guys.
Luck, fame, sponsors and cool
What a pity that the world is ruled by adversaries
And we have long been the folklore of beer stalls