- - Гвардейская полька - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On a soldier's halt

The button accordions began to play

Submitted the command "Polka":

- Dance, and only!

The overcoat flew

The horseshoes rang,

In a dignity, perky dance, circling, rickels rushed! It doesn’t matter that the legs are buzzing from the road, but the soul leaped - fatigue as it had!

Chorus:

Oh, Polka,

Soldier Polka,

Gray, please

To our halt!

Oh, Polka,

Merry Polka!

There would still be so many

Then half a hundred,

Then a little more

A little more - on the path!

Oh you, Polish Guards!

A young soldier was noticed inappropriately:

- If there were ladies here,

We would dance then ...

And the corporal laughs:

- Tie a handkerchief,

Cavalier Chin for the rank

You dance for Divchina!

It doesn’t matter that little

Short halt!

It doesn’t matter, soldiers,

That the boots are heavy!

Chorus

They picked up the sergeant

Two brave lieutenants -

The best partner

They found without a dispute.

Three Moscow button accordions

They play zealously.

Dance well with a whistle -

Thanks to the Bayanists!

It doesn't matter that there is no

No chandeliers, no parquet,-

On any halt

We dance, as in the column hall!

Chorus