Текст песни За что мы пьем - За ВДВ

What we drink, what we drink,
But not at the holiday table.
What is the girl in the apartment,
There were a dozen of us in uniforms.
We drink for what did not come true,
For the smell of girlish hair.
For not sent letters,
Over the telegram, married married.
For unwary girlfriends,
For betraying the best friend.
For the silence inside the barracks,
Over the years lived for nothing.
We drink the letters of departure,
For a cigarette for three.
For everything is important, two - three halt,
For the fact that the mother was asleep.
We drink for the house and for the helmet,
For the main, and for the reserve.
Gas mask, bayonet, scapula,
Over the floor drunk flask.
For camouflage sweat wet,
He will remember us for a long time.
For moments gone by,
For freedom and loss.
We drink for not liking,
What not to eat, not to drink,
Not up to smoke, not up to sleep,
For being given to the Motherland.
During that winter frost,
For this forest, and these tears.
Gnawing wounds of debt
For the CPB, the battalion commander.
For the Blue Berets,
For what we like evil devils.
For what we shout from the crowd,
Killers, acupants, dogs.
And there behind the stone fence,
What is surrounded by a soldier's city.
Freedom that
For the PBC.
For this Hell,
For the airborne forces...
For the airborne forces...