Singer: Alexander Marshall

And something said the battalion commander,
And we laugh inappropriately,
And swearing like a trooper, Sergeant -
We were here, and did not give up,
But five did not.
Someone's mother, someone's daughter, someone's wife.
I rise in all growth,
At my shot the Outpost,
And he did not believe that I am safe and sound,
And white paint on the post,
That was seen a mile away,
I wrote: "special Forces are invincible!"

I can hear it screaming through the smoke:
"I'll give the melee,
Holy mother of power, that thy power, mother..."
This green beret -
Free admission to the light
For those beasts that want to rip it
Then it was like in a dream:
The guys came on the armor,
Around your and our the war ended
And we sit like fools
Back to back, in the hands of bayonets,
Acacia, checkpoint, and silence...

Hot "Rays" of black smoke
Yelling: "special Forces are invincible!",
Though black was Andryukhin
A maroon beret, and his KPVT
There are notes in the voice is not of those:
As they say, than the rich - there is no other
I found through this darkness
About forty to one,
And this - the bullet or the prisoner, one of two things,
And both realized Khan
But here came the Sergeant,
The Mat has raised nearly fallen spirit.

Well, that's all we were -
I'm Andrei from Kostroma,
Alive at our checkpoint among the Acacias.
There's a machine gun, there is a machine
Got my grenade launcher without grenades
And somewhere far away combat grunts in the radio
Us dad shouts into the radio:
"Everybody act according to the plan "Shield!",
And we our still - that shield, that sword...
Our vocabulary is extremely simple,
There is an attack on a checkpoint,
No plans, we would head to save.

Where are you, tell me
How you find me?
How to live without your love?
The door squeak quietly as he left,
The sky is crying rain drops.

Evening, crossed by the rain
The conversation, again, about anything
And in the hands is not to preserve the flame of candles
More we together are not light.
Fallen leaves and bare,
Here already and do not need words.
Maybe just to forget everything - so be it.
And when something barely remembered.
Go where you go?
Go, well, what can you do with you?
And yet, who is to blame,
You'll forget the way home?

Covering the night of hope with showers,
Warm rains are in the Trinity.
Call me at least once by name,
Don't worry about anything - everything will come true.
Ask the sky I'm sorry,
A little for joy,
For water cold sanctification
For you my love and a sailboat.
Sails to the wind, copper - gold,
Sorry, but I don't have the ships
From the rain - the carriage, the cloak from the cold,
In the city on the edge of the Earth!

Lost, not know where...
A miracle looked:
For cold water
In dirty rags,
Across the river, straight,
Walked as on dry land, man -
Whether past his face,
Whether in the future...
<...>
Lonely and hump
Not my was fate?
Oh, should have asked... Yes lip
Numb suddenly...
Field, field, field
White, white box, smoke
Hair was blacker than tar -
Was gray...

In the window winter bonfire so bright,
That through it dreams flicker.
And the snow only white ash
Not managed to fly until spring.
And this fiery Blizzard
Just an old game.
We are in our dreams burned each other
To bask in the light from the fire.
White ash circling the earth,
White ash burned eyes.
We lit these dreams in heaven,
To return to earth with you.

I suddenly heaven turned hell,
Treacherous blow from the corner...
I - the plane with the soul of man,
With special geometry of the wing.
<...>
What the hell is going on in this world?!
Don't look at me through the fire and smoke.
I am not Charlie, I - su-24,
Where signs with my name?
<...>
Earth hug to take forever,
My recorder let darkness will cover.
I - the plane with the soul of man,
With special geometry of the wing.

I - Russian. I'm the same "Colorado",
sovdepovskie sucks, rashist and wool.
I'm the one who loves vodka and Parade
I am the offspring of the victorious soldier.
<...>
For us, the Holy Motherland and mother
us, the world is afraid, because he knows:
To "mind Russia not to understand"
the fact she routinely explains
there, besides grub,
decency, dignity, and conscience.
And our, Russian "coming to you" -
for you, brothers, alas, bad news.

And give us o Lord to live, my friends
Without the revolution and without war.
And to life with slides and pools
Each other we were always faithful.
Friendship is around the clock
Though the fire, though the harvest.
This feeling is not rational.
Get dressed, come!

Don't look for evidence, do not take into question
Black and white patches on the vocal scores of the birches
All trades and concessions, grandmother, rags, revelry -
The more expensive the purchase, the cheaper the fate
Lived in imitation of everyone with whom no contact,
And a stranger a stranger you were my life
I do not trade, but on the very edge
Start another, but its to the bone.