Текст песни В.Подгорный - Лейтенантские Погоны

Burning smoke
Smoked through the soul
Hardened, but did not become callous
In a whirlwind of fire coven.
And she also hurts
Like everyone else, only a hundred times stronger
The Colonel of the Fire Service
In the life of those who knew hell and hell.

But lieutenant epaulets
as if keeping a relic,
Remember the eyes of people rescued
Fallen fire names.
And as if with ashes on temples
Life scattered silver
Everything in this life in half -
Pain and goodness.

Black and red paintings decay
on the limit not for awards
Secret burning bush
miraculous divine look

Nerves stretched to the limit
beats the horses merciless whip
He must come to the rescue first
A moment before death

And lieutenant epaulets
as if keeping a relic,
Remember the eyes of people rescued
Fallen fire names.
And as if with ashes on temples
Life scattered silver
Everything in this life in half -
Pain and goodness.

Weekly painted weekdays
And passions and emotions glow
Who said it’s hard to be a fireman
He said nothing at all

Horizon - it is light purple
Where is the mad limit in the jump?
In this rush, he himself did not notice
As colonel's stars put on

But lieutenant epaulets
as if keeping a relic,
Remember the eyes of people rescued
Fallen fire names.
And as if with ashes on temples
Life scattered silver
Everything in this life in half -
Pain and goodness.