Before boarding the helicopter, I will say good-bye to friends,
I think about the one that waits, and it will be easier separation.
Screws yet silent, and a ray of sunshine on the devices,
A blue haze seen mountains, where it goes our troops.
Chorus:
Only in these mountains are not paved tourist route,
On the trail of mines put someone's skillful hand,
On the hot stones are flowers never grow up,
Only fragments of mine mixed with dug earth.
Minutes of our last flight, we hang above the ground,
Opened the door, a signal ahead - leaving it in the order,
And somewhere above the boundaries, and that there will not be known,
To get out in time we hurry, walking on the steep slopes of the mountains.
Chorus.
Before boarding the helicopter, I will say good-bye to friends,
I think about the one that waits, and it will be easier separation.
Screws yet silent, and a ray of sunshine on the devices,
A blue haze seen mountains, where it goes our troops.
Chorus.