Bahh te... - обещал что вернется к Маше....
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And he is the same as I, like you, hundreds of others
Yesterday, that ran across the paths on the sorting
Well, today under the supervision of people in caps
Fasting with his mother and his beloved Mashka
- "Two years, Masha, this is not the term at all
Two summer, two winters, two spring and two autumn
In six months you give birth, and I returning the debt to the motherland
I'll be back to you, and do not cry, time passes
Very quickly, "he joked that he would return Marshal -
"Only writing more often, tell about ours there"
He recalled conversations, and knocking cars
Having worn his train from his home
Behind your childhood, the service is ahead
Outfits, blind, building and weapon, special
In Frost and Study, he in puddles in the Polygon Chagall - this is the law
Who falls, tangle and, or cohesive
You are with the rest, or a dead shaky loner
In hot spots, hardened hearts do not know pity
And you can easily become a victim of ridiculous pranks
Gone winter and closer to the summer
He already serves between Nalchik and Ingushetia
With mom and Masha rare calls, rare communication
Caustic smoke, first baptism combat
It is more important to be alive, well, and then be sobody
And already three waiting for him: Mom and Son and the wife
After a penny, falling asleep
Every evening he dreamed of the same thing ...

Mom, answer, you will be proud of the son
Gone young people from home, I will return a man
I will stand under the window once I on the 911st
And invite you to ride

And it was warmly sometimes like on a steelmaker
Fought with militants on the shores, forgotten by the gods
Fists stone, and not on camera this game, and behind the bar
Hundreds of soldier cask on graves, and more often than nameless ...
Frames ... Dedovsky Hanging belts and automata
And under the guitar songs about the carriage car
That, as brought, and drove home back
On Demobel Krikna: "Uraaaa" three-year
On the heart instead of the brothers, that did not become only patchwork
A couple of lives for victory - is it really high?
All on the rolled one - there is nothing, there is nothing to spend
And living in the siege is very difficult not falling into the sediment
When the latter is reduced to the last cartridge
It is difficult to understand the signs of fate allegorically
In the last battle, surrounding the friends of Troy
Shot everyone, and he dagger under the breath

Mom, answer, you will be proud of the son
Gone young people from home, I will return a man
I will stand under the window once I on the 911st
And invite you to ride

They say an old friend is better than new two
But it is better that whom I would like to emit my spirit
Lying on the battlefield he with a bayonet under his heart
The body swinging and did not race the legs of Berz
Smiling only pretty, despite the pain
What happened to live with a raised head
And dying worthy with people worthy
To be buried. Yeees. They were only three
One fate for everyone, three closest
He loved each of them in fraternally sincerely
For fire in the soul, and in the eyes of a spark
His family is their family, the heart is clean
Let them say that behind the hill the standard of living
But above the one who does not like a depreciation for money
We chose our way, she will be passed
Obstacles are not terrible on the way serving homeland

Mom, answer, you will be proud of the son
Gone young people from home, I will return a man
I will stand under the window once I on the 911st
And invite you to ride