Текст песни Михаил Калинкин - Полковник военной разведки

Behind the window are autumn branches
The wind touches with a wet hand
I'm a colonel of military intelligence
Taking care of your sleep and peace

Shiny pens in the table like cartridges
Combat in the decanter water
And my four phones
In battle for heroism are always ready

Somewhere behind the Afghan desert
And the whistling bullets of fireflies
I'm looking at the screen saver
Where on the beat are my men

There everything was clear and simple
Here dushmans, here we are, there the Union
There my lieutenant stars
Dignity is given to all

Chorus:
There behind him are Pushkin and Gagarin
The Bolshoi Theater, Suzdal, and Arbat.
Country native, that takes and gives
And I her, the country's native soldiers.
And I her, the country's native soldiers.

The houses are watched by my beloved children
Everyone is worried by the painful question
That the colonel of military intelligence,
In addition to glory, did you bring home?

Oh, the military intelligence colonel
Who would have lent me the idea
To protect the world in the universe
And the family survive until payday?

So this nature is arranged
How many cries of light do not mash
Gary from Pushkin's passage
Till now in this sky hangs

I'm used to goring cautiously
But believe me on the floor to me
Your life without me is impossible
In our glorious, cheerful country.

I will leave the alarm list
After all the failures and victories
On the roads of broken Russian
Winds of dust blow my trail

But remain letters of texts,
The thoughts of precision, clarity of phrases
My name is that you do not know
My mind, which has preserved all of you.

Chorus:
There behind him are Pushkin and Gagarin
The Bolshoi Theater, Suzdal, and Arbat.
Country native, that takes and gives
And I her, the country's native soldiers.
And I her, the country's native soldiers.
And I her, the country's native soldiers.