Lyrics ОДОН ВВ МВД России - За что мы пьем

What are we drinking for?
for what do we drink?
Yes, not at the festive table,
Not the girls in the apartment,
And not in an iron uniform,
We drink for something that did not come true,
For the smell of girlish hair,
For not sending letters,
For the telegram "I married",
And there behind a stone fence,
That surrounded by a soldier's city,
For the silence around the barracks,
For the peace that he himself cursed,
For those shoulder straps are not simple,
For the fact that we, like wolves are evil,
Freedom for the checkpoint
And for the perimeter, beyond the KSB,
For not waiting for her friends,
Because he betrayed a loyal friend,
For what they shout from the crowd,
KILLER AND OCCUPANTS, PSYCHES!
For those who are not loved,
What is not eaten, not finished,
Do not smoke, did not have enough sleep,
For those friends that have lost,
We drink for letters from relatives,
For a cigarette for three,
For hundreds of miles, two or three halts,
FOR WHAT MOTHER WAS SLEEPLY SAVED,
For DMB and for the lip, for the constant longing,
For the cellars, the prickly maple
And for the medical unit, for the training ground,
For AKM, for SVD-shku,
For this mad rush,
For those deep sirans,
For the exit, there are the batoplans,
Body armor, steel helmet,
For a thing-bag, in the car shaking,
A gas mask, a bayonet-knife, a shovel,
And for an almost empty jar,
For sentries and clothes,
For self-willed and dolgos,
For those alarming dawns,
For the songs that are not dopey,
For camouflage, from sweat wet,
In full and fighting age is long,
For the fact that the forces are at the limit,
But far to the goal,
For what we drink.