The cars are parked in front of the pub.
Song
1. The carts are standing in front of the pub, ; Where the new recruits are being brought. ; My sweet mother, give me a clean cloth! ; I'll see my son soon anyway. ; ; 2. Oh, my God, I'm enlisted, ; My upstairs and downstairs neighbor is a stepmother. ; They're writing my free status, ; God is good, he'll help me. ; ; 3. Why are they sewing me a medical uniform, ; If they write my name as a soldier? ; If they sew it, it'll heal my wound, ; If I die, they'll bury me in it.