ДМБ - Дембельский вечер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I was called on the summer quiet evening sent to serve on the edge of the earth.

They threw the cinema on my shoulders great gave very much boots.

And now my pockets are already empty, there is no more vodka in the stomach.

And instead of Karefan, captains shout, from all sides, as you like, so live.

Let them look in your windows, an careless pink evening.

Let them escape, looking at the next to the trail.

Press, on the shoulders of the epaulets My legs sank my boots

And I will not leave them anywhere.

Will not, more over the domain laugh and pissing the corners of me grandfathers

I will not at night I will be drunk and better I'll see calmly dreams.

And pink sunset, and a quiet evening in full with me agree and know

No one will help me for anything in the world I will not come back here.

Let them look in your windows, an careless pink evening.

Let them escape, looking at the next to the trail.

Press, on the shoulders of the epaulets My legs sank my boots

And I will not leave them anywhere.

But then the service is the last day and tomorrow they read the order.

And this evening, the sunny spring with the service will be separated by the guys.

We will remember in your hand with glasses about the service of this painful days and tomorrow, the foreman sure will say now the civilian you want as you want so live

Let your windows look, an careless demobel evening.

Let them escape, look at a pink look into the trail.

Let all girlfriends be trusted to us, tender love

There were soldiers now we are grandfathers.

We no longer need pieces of orders pretty chased enough of us.

Goodbye our torn mattresses, goodbye rubber gas mask.

Let the machines wear young we are tired of a murderous metal.

Farewell, a march of throws and burst, I have passed all this and experienced.

Let your windows look, an careless demobel evening.

Let them escape, look at a pink look into the trail.

Let all girlfriends be trusted to us, tender love

There were soldiers now we are grandfathers.

We are no longer grandparents, it's time to go home for a long time.

And the store in which there is wine remained in your hearts.

Two years we didn't drink him so much for those who are in boots.

God forbid so and they as we served do not let God get to the mountain Karabakh

Let your windows look, an careless demobel evening.

Let them escape, look at a pink look into the trail.

Let all girlfriends be trusted to us, tender love

There were soldiers now people we were soldiers now people we.