Анатолий Пшеничный - Сыны спецназа
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... Sun fell, died base,
Spent firmly sons of special forces ...
And we are all smoking, closed the doors,
We sit - we consider your losses.
The Caucasus is lost, lost Kyiv
And all the debts are dashing,
And on the left Sevastopol
Looks through the tears of the Rocket "Poplar".
Rockets "Poplar" do not understand
What do they not raise them to the sky?
After all, from Russia, hesitate, plunge -
That is Russian, the Russian city.
Chinese - rivers, Mongols - skins,
Kazakhs Gold Baikonur ...
Only Belarus stand Soviet,
As long as the fortress is called Brest! ...
And here are all games, and here is all holiday ...
Prince Dolgoruky and Copper Horseman
With horses, like guards, look the medium Budy Day:
"And what will the comrade tell us ... Zhukov?" ...
But Marshal in Bronze is chained hard,
And the front will not wait ...
"We would send submarines to Cuba,
But what will be told in the "Paris Club" ...
Let I never live in Paris
Not to Paris while the special forces
But these stuff and even Smith
Kohl climbed into the fights - there were bits.
I took Dubrovka and was in Beslan,
And it was necessary - and on Maidan,
Where our betrayal brothers knits
And death over them is a slash ...
The sun took off, the base awoke,
We are all today - the Sons of Special Forces.
In the eyelids, the Holy Rus Sights
We all have such a special purpose!