Загорцев Андрей - Матрос специального назначения - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Already on the run, having collected the canopy in my bag and throwing the machine gun over my shoulder, I seemed to shudder: “I didn’t want to go into the army. If it weren’t for the quirks of my wayward dad, I would now be studying at a normal institute of culture and creativity. I liked looking at the sailors , weapons, but I didn’t want it myself, you could say they kicked me out here. And what am I doing? Instead of a normal life and studying at the institute at the choreography department, instead of normal service in a full-time sergeant position in training, I fight with no one, run around over the hills with a heavy backpack, rushing with a parachute and a machine gun to the collection point and with quiet horror I realize that I LIKE IT HERE... this is a pathology...