За что мы пьем - За ВДВ
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Why we drink, for which we drink,
Yes, not at the festive table.
That girl in the apartment
We were a dozen in uniforms.
We drink for, what did not come true,
Behind the smell of virgin hair.
For not sent letters
For the telegram, married came out.
For the inadvertent girlfriends
For having betrayed the best friend.
For silence inside the barracks,
For the years they lived in a gift.
We drink for letters of starting,
For cigarette on three.
For the important thing all, two - three privals,
For the fact that the mother slept calmly.
We drink for the house and for a helmet,
For the main, and for the spare time.
Gas mask, bayonet knife, shovel,
Behind the floor drinking a flask.
For melting from sweat wet,
He will remember for us for a long time.
For experienced moments
For freedom and loss.
We drink for not loved
That not before ate, not dirty,
Not before smoked, not until slept,
For the fact that the homeland gave.
During that winter frost,
For this forest, and these tears.
Ragged wounds
For CPB, Combat Deceptions.
For berets blue,
For the fact that we are how devils are evil.
For what we scream from the crowd,
Killer, Acuputes, dogs.
And there behind the stone fence,
What is surrounded by the soldier's city.
Freedom that
For PBC.
For this hell,
For the airborne forces...
For the airborne forces...