Голубые Береты - Посидим, помолчим, мужики
текст песни

I once sang in Afghan about the roads and friends,
About hostile Pakistan, about ambushes in wipes,
About her beloved and mom, the fact that they are more expensive,
And about the meeting with the boys in the long twenty years.
I dreamed there, in the smoking room, before the flight in Kandahar:
Here is a genie from the bottle, so that time he drove ...
So that winter remained somewhere, and the spring came,
And, perhaps, this summer will suddenly end.

Chorus:
Twenty years behind his back, twenty years,
There are no many of our in the service ...
Sit, silent, men,
Recall your best years!

Surprised neighbors with distrust in the eyes,
I just answer them - there is my youth there.
There were such songs and such men,
We were two years together, we work wars.
Sometimes at night the Afghan pass will dream,
I will not happen again, I dismissed my own!
Everyone has a reason to look back from back
And, forgetting about anniversary, squeerty: "Well, hello, brother!"

Chorus.

Twenty years behind his back, twenty years ...

Chorus.

Sit, silent, men,
Recall your best years ...
Recall your best years ...