Дембель - Вечер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I was called on a summer quiet evening sent to serve on the edge of the earth. They threw it, my greatcoat on my shoulders gave very much boots. And now my pockets are empty, in the stomach, vodka is no longer seething. And instead of the Karefans, the captains scream, from all sides as you want, live. Let him look at your windows, careless pink evening. Let them see, they look at us with a demobilian look in the wake. They put pressure on the shoulders of the epaulettes my legs wiped my boots and I could not get away from them anywhere. They won’t, laugh over the blast furnace and fuck my grandfathers at night, I will undermine and better see the dreams calmly. And the pink sunset, and a quiet evening, agree with me more fully and know, no one will help me for anything in the world I will not return here. Let him look at your windows, careless pink evening. Let them see, they look at us with a demobilian look in the wake. They put pressure on the shoulders of the epaulettes my legs wiped my boots and I could not get away from them anywhere. But then the services of the last day leave and tomorrow will read out the order to us. And this evening, the sunny spring with the service will be separated by the guys. We will remember in his hand with glasses about the services of these painful days and tomorrow the foreman will say now the civilian you, as you want, let it look at your windows, a careless Dembretsky evening. Let them see, they look with a pink look in the wake. Let all the friends trust us with their affection, the soldiers were the soldiers now we are grandfathers. We no longer need pieces of order. Orders were quite driven by enough of us. Farewell to our torn mattresses, goodbye rubber gas mask. Let the machine guns wear young metal we are tired of the murderous metal. Farewell, the march of throws and drill I went and experienced it all. Let him look at your windows, a careless demobilian evening. Let them see, they look with a pink look in the wake. Let all the friends trust us with their affection, the soldiers were the soldiers now we are grandfathers. We are no longer enough grandfathers for a long time to go home for a long time. And in your hearts, the store has always been in yours in which there is wine. For two years you and I have not drank it like that for those who are in boots. God forbid so that they, as we served, God forbid to get to Mountain Karabakh, let him look at your windows, a careless demobilian evening. Let them see, they look with a pink look in the wake. Let all the girlfriends of affection trust us, the soldiers were soldiers now, we were people, we were soldiers now people we are.