recruits


Puddles crisp, swirling through the streets,
In the streets of rustling fall foliage,
A little embarrassed, not yet up
Marching recruits Autumn Moscow.

Chorus:
They go, go shoulder to shoulder,
Go shelves birthday forty-five
And I hide excitement do not want
I say, happy way guys you!

I remember when something like guys
Marched in the forty-first under the roar of the batteries.
In Rostov, Smolensk, Saratov, and in N-sk,
Closing cap from the views of mothers.

Chorus.

And then, as a number of them escorted glance
Stand on trotuararah, eyes,
Excitement hug, yesterday's soldiers,
Yesterday the soldiers who had gone to the reserve.

Chorus.