Армейская песня под гитару - Чупчик Аленка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Handy and tear, nicknamed Seryoga. He spent a rare talent, as if on sin. When they fought, there were many enemies in consumption. He is one on one, he went out against all. And when proud loners grew up. Through the evil heat and a gray blizzard. They went through all the hot spots together. Like a gray flock of wolves through the taiga. With such a wolf cub, the girl loved. A good girl, Chubchik Alyonka. But once in the mountains, young ones overslept. The highlanders came quietly and took out knives. They killed the entire platoon, and Seryoga was tied. And the beaten down in a distant village. And the old man Wahhabi is laughing at Seryoga. Give your mother before the death of the saints. There are two ways out, die. Or in a fist battle, fill up five. Progrash. I don’t have my mother, I don’t remember the dad either. An orphan I am a father to clash for me not a sin. For Russia, an old man, for a happy share. He, as in childhood, rose alone against all. Modulation. From under the vesting breaks, lead body. What is the kid to die young. But natural talent knew exactly his job. He dumped them easily one after another. On quiet fresh, on dusty roads. He fled from Chechen captivity Seryoga. And the flock believed, the wolf cub will return. And the forelock Alyonka, the soldier will wait. And the old man is Wahhabis, he only said gloomily. Who is born a man is born to win. Mountains, our fate and added thinking. We will death like this boy to stand.