Текст песни Песня о маленьком трубаче. - Трубач

Around this little war and
They laughed at him all the doctors.

Where such a good little,
Well, except only trumpeters.
And he? It's not how much.
Well, so trubachёm trubachёm.

How well do not need clan
To reduce all the bullets at you
Let's go everywhere but not part
with its polished pipe
why yes because it put it

But once the rains in autumn
in a strange wilderness, in a Strange Land
regiment was surrounded
and the commander was killed in battle
Well, how can that be?
Oh, how can that be?

Well, you blow the pipe.

And the trumpeter stood in the smoke and flames
Lips pressed his trumpet
And the whole regiment of the pipe izranneny
sang International
And the regiment went for trubachёm
Ordinary trubachёm.

The soldier, a soldier is not allowed to
And believe that there
Weep, Weep not.
In a strange steppe grass mowing not
Remained little trumpeter
and he's him.
all a matter of what
It was this trubachёm.