Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - На побывку едет молодой моряк

Why are we in the village
Do girls commotion
Who raised them spozaranok,
Who are they so anxious he could.
Goes on leave
The young sailor,
His chest with medals,
Ribbons in the armatures.
Goes on leave
The young sailor,
His chest with medals,
Ribbons in the armatures.
Across the river on the hillside
We got the girls crowd.
Hello - all said in unison -
Black Sea, our hero.
Every hand he shakes
And looking into his eyes.
And one laughs -
Kissing is impossible.
Every hand he shakes
And looking into his eyes.
And one laughs -
Kissing is impossible.
Polegonku rest
The parents in the home.
Chorus girls sigh -
We did not like it.
Nothing to do with clothes,
Nothing to do with style,
Not a single girl
Not in love with it.
Nothing to do with clothes,
Nothing to do with style,
Not a single girl
Not in love with it.
He walks, he joked with everyone,
Frankly said -
How to wake up the same time the sea
My ears noise.
Where under the sun south
Boundless expanse,
Waiting for my girlfriend
Gentle.
Where under the sun south
Boundless expanse,
Waiting for my girlfriend
Gentle.