Sad desk calendar ,
Combining the days in the year ,
A severity flown away years
Went to war in Afghanistan .
Too grown up boys,
Former bravery forgotten ,
As soon as the memory is sometimes
Remind an old tune:
I often dream of my sweet home ,
Forest about - something about their dreams ,
Gray cuckoo across the river
How I would live , said :
Gray cuckoo across the river
How I would live , said :
Tired of Boden gray days
He sat down in the evening in the courtyard ,
Suddenly remember a myriad of stars
Afghan night in September ,
And a person devoted friends
And the good module without heat
And lips themselves
Display the old words :
Rising Dawn
Hooked over the ridge ,
sun made its way
Through the mist of the damned ,
And with the dawn again
By invisible paths
On the ground Afghanistan
For a long time stamp :
And with the dawn again
By invisible paths
On the ground Afghanistan
For a long time stamp :
Sons grow quickly
And soon be empty house,
But before you fly ,
I'll show them your album .
There with a gun young ,
With friends in a foreign river.
And the sons suddenly silenced ,
Just ask : & quot; Dad , is that you? & quot;
Battalion intelligence,
We not miss rare cases ,
Every day , we again find again the battle!
You , sister of the sick-bay ,
Do not worry , for God's sake ,
We will live up to the wedding with you more .
You , sister of the sick-bay ,
Do not worry , for God's sake ,
We will live up to the wedding with you more .