Голубые береты - Батя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Am Dm G Am Am ​​Dm G C

Forgive us, Vasily Filippovich, forgive us for not saving us -

Am Dm G Am Am ​​Dm E Am

The banners of the guards divisions are forever put in covers.

F C Dm F G(E?) Am

The eaglets' wings were clipped, glory and honor were humiliated,

F C Dm F E Am

It is not courage that is honored now, but sweet, sticky flattery.

Chorus:

F C Dm Am

But believe us, dad, those who saw the sky,

F C Dm Am

That fell into the dome with starry silence,

F C Dm Am

And in the soul, and in the heart they leave faith

Dm E Am

In brotherhood, that is tested by military friendship.

Their own Judases have appeared, ready to sell for a nickel

All that they were once proud of in the airborne troops. Berets are exchanged for caps, striped shirts are rotting in warehouses.

Blue shoulder straps always blacken on our shoulders.

About the mountains of Afghanistan, about the dust of Abkhazia,

About the guys who died in Bosnia, in Chechnya,

The guys in blue striped shirts will not forget,

The guard will not forget service in the Airborne Forces.

Chorus:

But believe us, dad, those who saw the sky,

That fell into the dome of starry silence,

And in the soul, and in the heart they leave faith

In brotherhood, which is tested by military friendship.

Forgive us, Vasily Filippovich, forgive us that we did not protect -

Your battle flags are forever dressed in covers.