It is easier to understand, but difficult to explain.
Not to die in the sands of this life we are given .
The long-awaited February, the long-awaited holiday.
That this war is history .
Cools the fire , burning down the coals .
Where the sun goes down thick shadow.
And now you're not going to roll in the dust ,
And thou shalt not be afraid for tomorrow
And there will be orphans, widows and mothers tears .
Man must live ...
All passed and will not Death ,
All passed and will not be crippled ...
And again today over Afgan Yarylo red rises,
But there is no Russian Ivan , here Alex sings songs .
War today is not overpower night's rest Afghan mountains.
Today will live Basil, today will live Yegor .
Unaccustomed to the road boots and silence is not the first time,
But here already died Serge and here died Taras .
Let trails overgrown with weeds and overgrown head,
But you're already a widow , Tatiana. Mary , you're a widow.
How many Russian men , young boys
Perished on Afghan soil in the mountains.
At this time in the Kremlin suddenly awoke from dreams
And holy is your duty now turned to dust.
Yes, we are the children of stagnation and not our fault
That we were born in the sixties .
So what - else then we kill war
In the edge of the mountain where only sand and Allah .
These tears and pain , this death in twenty years.
Us who it is to blame? And need this answer?
Because you can not change anything ...
I have not seen as lights in the sky helicopter
How dead friends sweeps sand
I do not know the meaning of the word " lucky " .
I have trodden the paths other boot.
Only in his throat , but I can not remain silent .
Hard to say - I will try to sing .
I am confident, know the price of friends
But I do not know prices on life and death.
What did they cost? Only death for no reason ,
Only cry foul . Only moan , only tears of men .
But not yet finished the verse ...
You , cold steel , you cold sand ,
You're stuck in your ears buzz Afghan fighting.
You carry the death - pass march .
Third toast - pour me a glass to the brim.
And do not be shy my medal to wear
This is better than any most colorful words.
In this fight for the life you've been through death,
In this battle, the lights you managed to survive .
Third toast - if I 'm standing in front of the abyss .
Everything must freeze. Silence ! ...
No, I'd rather sing , well, you tell me try to sing along .
And again today over Afgan Yarylo red rises,
But there is no Russian Ivan , here Alex sings songs .
War today is not overpower night's rest Afghan mountains.
Today will live Basil, today will live Yegor .
Unaccustomed to the road boots and silence is not the first time,
But here already died Serge and here died Taras .
Let trails overgrown with weeds and overgrown head,
But you're already a widow , Tatiana. Mary , you're a widow ...
