ВДВ - Песня про ВДВ
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For which we drink, for which we drink,
We drink at a non -festive table,
So that everything comes true in life,
For the smell of girlish hair,
For the camps where the sky is the roof,
For a telegram ... married,
For march-cuts, night groans,
We drink for soldiers' epaulets ...

We drink blue for berets
For the fact that we are like wolves evil

Freedom what kind of checkpoint
For this hell for the Airborne
For not waiting friends
For betraying the best friend
For the fact that the pillars are on the shoulders
Killers Akutanti dogs

For those who were not loved
That they didn’t get it to drink
They didn’t sleep until they slept
For the health that they gave
We drink for letters from our relatives
For a cigarette for three
For hundreds of miles two three halts
And that the mother would sleep calmly

For the Airborne Forces and for laying
And for a cold tent
For a white parachute dome
And for the lack of comfort
For camouflage from sweat wet
In full layout, the run is long
For the fact that the strength is at the limit
And far back to the goal

Armor and helmet
For the spare and for the spare
Antogaz bayonet knife blade
And for an almost empty flask
For an automatic machine and for Erdeshka
For this rabid rush

Rotting wounds
For the output of the battalion
For hunger cold and fatigue
For what we have left to pass
For that forest and rot of the swamp
For a scream in the night - a company of a company!

For guard and outfits
For self -propelled and vague
And for disturbing dawn
For the songs those that are stones
For march shots are deaf moans
And for sergeant shoulder straps
For the worried excitement
And for a free fall

For which we drink, for which we drink,
We drink at a non -festive table,
And a friend at the apartment
Not one dozen in the uniform
For which we drink ...