Текст песни Александр Ткачев - Как служил солдат

Served soldiers serve hard,
PATH Service, oh, hard.
Twenty years served, and even five years.
The general-in-chief gave him leave.

And the soldiers went to the edge of my dear,
All-in crosses the chest itself - gray as snow.
On the porch of his wife - young stands -
Twenty years if not.

No morschinochki on her face,
No sedinochki in girlish braids.
He looked at his wife, his soldiers,
And the soldier said a bitter word:

& quot; We can see you, my wife, well lived,
Good living - not aged! & Quot;
And she said to him from the porch,
He says the porch, she was crying the whole:

& quot; I'm not your wife legitimate,
I'm your daughter, the daughter an orphan.
And your wife is in the damp earth,
Under Birch, now in its fifth year.

And the soldiers went in the house sat soldiers.
Zielona ordered wine lodge.
Peel the night soldiers down his cheeks
Toll wine flowed, felts slezonki.