Текст песни Александр Хочинский - Ради бога трубку дай

For God's sake, let the phone!
Put the bottle in front of us,
All riders szyvay
With curled mustache!
To a chorus thundered here
A squadron of hussars volatile,
To reach the sky vozletel
I'm on their mighty hands;
To cheers from the wall
And shook and trembled! ..
It would be better in the field cried ...
But others throats flogged:
"And to us the time will come!"
Burtsev, brother, what a happy hunting ground!
Stamp brutal! .. Chorus booming!
Burtsev! I drink to your health:
Whether, hussars, age drunk and hungry!
Punt as pontiruesh,
Flanking as flankiruesh,
In peaceful days do not be depressed
And in battles shake, go ahead!
Life flies not osramisya,
Do not oversleep her flight.
Drink, Love so much fun! -
Here's my friendly advice.