Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Я был батальонный разведчик

I was a battalion intelligence officer
And he is a headquarters clerk.
I was a defendant for Russia,
And he slept with my wife.

Oh, Klava, oh, dear Klava,
Are we destined to see?
For which I exchanged, poison,
Eagle for such shit?

Eagle on such a "man" ...
Yes, I would not be near him ...
When from Moscow to Berlin
He pushed his path along the corpses.

Walked, and then in the infirmary
With a dangerous wound lay.
And sisters cried like children,
The surgeon was trembling Lancet ...

And my neighbor cried, shirt -
Colonel and twice hero.
He cried, covered with a shirt,
The stingy tear of the front -line.

A stingy soldier's tear
The guards sobbed the battalion,
When I am a heroic star
He was awarded from Marshal.

Then they handed me prostheses
And on vacation was sent to the rear.
Beautiful large tears
The conductor spilled on the letter.

Shed, sneaking, dog,
But still tore off the quarter.
I could not stand it - and cried
And I think "Your mother is like that! .."

I burst home like a whirlwind
And - well, caress your key!
I enjoyed her with my body
Putting the prosthesis under the bed ...

Lay, and then wanted
To the restroom, brothers, go,
The soldier's heart was beating
Ached, clogged in the chest ...

I am lying, and a fragment of iron
Presses on the bubble of urinary.
Climbed under the bed for a prosthesis -
And there ... the clerk of the headquarters ...

I beat him in white breasts
I tore off my orders, -
Oh people, oh, Russian people,
My dear side! ..

... they say that fate is not a turkey,
And for this I sing a song,
Like a fascist bullet-sound
Cut off my ability.

... Thank you, citizens, thank you girls,
And you, with a grenade launcher, why don't you serve?