Текст песни Песни Второй Мировой Войны - Партизанская борода

That intelligence, that ambush
Stritch - when I shave?
The inevitable disappointment
Partisan beard!
Beard eh, my beard
To what are you growing back?
Called before the brush
Speak Now - broom.

! Chorus:
The guy I was young,
And I go, and with a beard!
I'm not worried,
Let it grow to the waist.
That's when progonim Fritz
There will be time, we will shave
Wash - shave, dress up,
With Milka kiss!

As enemies shoot accurately,
And call me in the ranks
Tolley grandfather, then Dedkov,
For beard for my.
But overall combat
Bearded arrow
And hello, young
And honor, like an old man!

! Chorus

I do not grief, not sorrow,
What's in the squad say:
& quot; So chertushka-fellow,
The young and bearded! & Quot;
Only one saddens me
Not great trouble:
Guerrilla medals
Closes beard!