Текст песни Коммунизм - Серёжа

Once again I write to you, Seryozha
Estimated for you, my son
And you write that you miss too
And in September, you turn home

And outside the window we cost Gypsies
They guess you, my son
And that girl with brown eyes
For a long time, Seryozha, waiting for you home

You will come home, climb as if the bees
"Tell me, aunt, how is Sergey's business?"
One whipping tears
See, tusca lards

Spring came, everyone kicked the cattle
Conceded in a juicy grass field
And that rowan, that we had
Pachan quit on a drink on firewood

September came, you write me Sergei
You, my mother, do not wait home home
The court of camps judged me on the new
For the fact that my boyfriend and the convoy

And the time we were given a huge-pre-production
As much as soldiers served under Peter