Текст песни Армейская песня - На батальонной я на лавочке сижу

Em H7 Em
In the battalion I sit on the bench
Am D G
And a cigarette in tihonichku pull
With D
I'm sad smoking room
G D Em
About how he lived in the civilian world
C D Em
About how I served 12 months

All year I have been here with my friends
And day after day, we shouted, and you and I
Platz march outfit buttonholes
I have not forgotten your eyelashes
With a piece of birthmark us it's time to say goodbye

Hope of eternal in my soul was
All year wrote waited until the last
You still much and your More Photos
In his pocket anxiously at heart I store

Farewell com company sergeant-major and zampolet
And let the commander Sentemov forgive us for all
For prirekanya Samovol not head over heels for vytrepol
And the belt that dropped onto the bolt

F # m C # 7 Fm
Let them serve as a call for new young
Hm E ​​A
And let them rise orderly retreat shouts
D E
Let our military town
A E F # m
You will be in the native godok
D E F # m
Shkanyary kambusy barracks ceiling

The order is signed, we hurried home
I hasten to embrace me to Mamane road
Wheels track you hear ringing, I beat a low bow
Native separate battalion commandant

Thanks to all that you have always been close
Shoulder to shoulder, side by side do not pour water
And day after day, one for all is now 0.5 wave is not a sin
Tattoo who said of the Navy

Here, I hesitantly go to CAT
Even a tear rolled down his cheek
The battalion commander told us all the words and dizzy
I'll miss you endlessly under the patch

The beautiful form with knots on the chest
Bright sun like gold lights
Beavers will remember forever how the gate time
Goodbye said conscripts muster

Gm D7 Gm
I'll take off the shelf old dembelsky album
Cm F B
The dust shabby Well how time has passed
D # F B F Gm
I remember our days when we waited for the fall
D # F Gm
And we parade in DMR entered its

It may meet through the long years
When will our gray beard
You say das guitar sing and remember we own motive
As we have served in road paving

You say das guitar sing and remember we own motive
As we have served in road paving