Текст песни Армейская песня под гитару - Серега и Аленка

Homeless and torn, nicknamed Seryoga. He was spending a rare talent, given as if it were a sin. When they fought, there were many enemies too. He is alone, he goes against all. And when proud loners grew up. Through the evil heat and gray blizzard. Together they went through all the hot spots. Like a gray pack of wolves through the taiga. C This little wolf was loved by a little girl. A good girl, aloof of Alyonka. But once in the mountains, the young slept. The mountaineers quietly came and got knives. They slaughtered the whole platoon, and Seryoga was tied up. And in a distant aul beating reduced. And the old Wahhabi laughed at Seryoga. Remember your mother before the death of the saints. There are two ways you can die, die dear. Ile in a fist fight to fill up five. Loss. I have no mother, dad, too, I do not remember. An orphan I am a father to me not to sin. For Russia, an old man, for a happy share. He as a child rose one against all. Modulation. From under the vest torn, lead body. What is the boy to die young. But natural talent knew his business. He dumped them easily one by one. On quiet sveyu, on dusty roads. Ran from the Chechen captivity Seryoga. And the pack believed, the wolf cub would return. And the old man Wahhabi, only said sullenly. Who is born a man, he was born to win. Mountains, our fate and added a thought. We will be to the death, as this boy stand.