Текст песни Вячеслав Константинов - Ямочки

Night in the barracks cigarette fumes,
My friend, comrade cleans machine.
I go confused - tired of everything.
I often remember your face.

Tomorrow again alarm - at five o'clock in the rise.
Took parachutes - waiting for the airport.
At cars cruise worth ringing in the ears.
Who kisses dimples on your cheeks?

My hands are accustomed to rough ring tear,
Parachute lay, bayonet knives throwing.
Your gentle fingers in whose hands now?
Who kisses dimples on your cheeks?

I went to a DSHB serve
To the kid could live in peace.
And while I'm in the sky, in the sling in the clouds,
He kisses the dimples in your cheeks.

He kisses the dimples in your cheeks.