Текст песни ВДВ - Песня про ВДВ

What we drink, what we drink,
We drink at a non-festive table,
For the fact that everything in life has come true,
 For the smell of girlish hair,
 Behind the camp, where the sky is the roof,
Over the telegram ... got married,
For forced marches, night moans,
We drink for soldier shoulder straps ...

We drink for blue berets
For the fact that we are like wolves

Freedom for CAT
For this hell for airborne
For not waiting friends
For betraying the best friend
For the fact that on the shoulders of the pillars
Killer acupant dogs

 For those who are not loved before
What did not eat up not drank
Not up to smoke not up to sleep
For the health that they gave
We drink letters from relatives
For a cigarette for three
For hundreds of miles two three halts
And that mother would sleep peacefully

For airborne and for laying
And for the cold tent
For the white dome of the parachute
And for the lack of comfort
For camouflage from sweat wet
Full run long
For the fact that the forces at the limit
And far from the goal

Body armor and hard hat
For spare and for spare tire
Gas mask bayonet knife blade
And for an almost empty flask
For the machine and erdshku
For this mad rush
 
Decaying wounds
Over exit battles raids
For hunger, cold and fatigue
For what we have left to go
For that wood and swamp rot
For a cry in the night - an alarm company!

For the guards and outfits
For self-propelled and dumps
And for disturbing sunrises
For the songs that we are sung
For the march throws deaf moans
And for the sergeant epaulets
For experienced excitement
And for free fall

What we drink, what we drink,
We drink at a non-festive table,
And a friend at the apartment
Not one dozen in uniform
What are we drinking for ...