Well, the battalion commander,
Pour over those who did not return ...
For this bitter moment of silence.
May our mountains again and again shake ...
Looks like forever in the memory they are inscribed.
Do not judge yourself, Major, that remained alive,
After all, you know, the fate of no escape ...
And the bullet - a fool under ominous howl "Afghans" -
She had never managed to catch up with us ...
Chorus:
For the boys, to the bottom, bacha, but keep silent ...
For the boys, who did not spare his life ...
In the black tulip in a terrible way to a foreign land ...
To the bottom, bacha, land you down, shuravi!
The war has left its mark,
And the black bird
Walked through the fates,
Bringing misery to the house.
And every time flipping through pages of memory,
We come back
Through the cries and moans ...
Again there nahlebalsya lead porridge,
Dawn wakes bird singing in the morning.
Not only brought to the nerves, not broken,
When the memory leads into a black hole ...
Chorus:
For the boys, to the bottom, bacha, but keep silent ...
For the boys, who did not spare his life ...
In the black tulip in a terrible way to a foreign land ...
To the bottom, bacha, land you down, shuravi!
For the boys, to the bottom, bacha, but keep silent ...
For the boys, who did not spare his life ...
In the black tulip in a terrible way to a foreign land ...
To the bottom, bacha, land you down, shuravi!
