Lyrics кадеты - Дядя Вова.
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Двадцать первый век настал, шар земной от войн устал.
Населенье шара гегемон достал.
В Евросоюзе мнения нет, Ближний Восток стонет от бед,
За океаном лишен власти президент.
Припев:
Нам от северных морей вдаль до южных рубежей,
От Курильских островов до Балтийских берегов.
На земле сей был бы мир, но если главный командир
Позовет в последний бой, дядя Вова, мы с тобой!
А что достанется тому, поколенью моему?
Дать слабинку — потеряем всю страну.
Наши верные друзья — это флот и армия,
Память дружбы — деда красная звезда!
Не достанется гряда самураям никогда,
Грудью встанем за столицу янтаря.
Севастополь наш и Крым для потомков сохраним,
В гавань Родины, Аляску возвратим!
Вячеслав Антонов
The twenty-first century has come, the earth ball from wars is tired.
Hegemon got the population of the ball.
In the European Union there is no opinion, the Middle East groans from troubles,
The president is deprived of power over the ocean.
Chorus:
From the northern seas to the distance to the southern borders,
From the Kuril Islands to the Baltic coast.
On this earth there would be peace, but if the chief commander
He will call for me in the last battle, Uncle Vova, we are with you!
And what will get to that, my generation?
To give up the slack, we will lose the whole country.
Our loyal friends are the navy and the army,
Memory of friendship - grandfather is a red star!
Do not get a ridge of samurai never,
We will stand up by the breast for the capital of amber.
Our Sevastopol and Crimea for descendants will be preserved,
In the harbor of the Motherland, Alaska will be returned!
Vyacheslav Antonov
Hegemon got the population of the ball.
In the European Union there is no opinion, the Middle East groans from troubles,
The president is deprived of power over the ocean.
Chorus:
From the northern seas to the distance to the southern borders,
From the Kuril Islands to the Baltic coast.
On this earth there would be peace, but if the chief commander
He will call for me in the last battle, Uncle Vova, we are with you!
And what will get to that, my generation?
To give up the slack, we will lose the whole country.
Our loyal friends are the navy and the army,
Memory of friendship - grandfather is a red star!
Do not get a ridge of samurai never,
We will stand up by the breast for the capital of amber.
Our Sevastopol and Crimea for descendants will be preserved,
In the harbor of the Motherland, Alaska will be returned!
Vyacheslav Antonov