Текст песни Владислав Голиков - Ехал я из Берлина

I drove from Berlin On the way straight, On passing cars I went from the front home. I drove past Warsaw, I traveled past the Eagle, Where the Russian glory All the paths passed. Chorus: Hey, meet Yeah hold tight, Sharp's drunk Fill up! Very distant distances. My friends and I passed, But we could not see anything better than our land. Our sun is beautiful, And I will say, without melting: Better than our girls No, friends! Chorus. For the spring nights, For my native country Yes, for my brown eyes, I went to war. You blossom more magnificent, Golden edges! You kiss hotter, my dear! Chorus.