Текст песни Трофим - Мой друг уехал воевать на Кавказ

My friend went to war in the Caucasus ,
Priests , light your candles.
My friend went to war in the Caucasus ,
Dashing, like the devil , blessed , as a forerunner .

Country , which , as always, not to us ,
The Lord has long deprived of hope.
My friend went to war in the Caucasus ,
And life goes on as before.

And life is bubbling as steam boiler ,
Scurry from furnace stokers .
And we 're going to track the age-old
In the heat and stench of the Russian fire.

And there is no fear, no doubt in us,
We all careless, like children .
My friend went to war in the Caucasus
The order of the number ten .

My friend went to war in the Caucasus ,
And the clanging of the departed
Moscow blew fashionable jazz
Shrill octave .