Текст песни А. Колесников - Здесь под небом чужим

Here, under a strange sky,
Under Kabul azure,
I hear the cry of cranes,
Flying into the distance ...
Oh, how I want to be
Look into the embrasure,
With a machine gun
In Russia, sadness ...

Day and night
With the combat machine.
As a little brother of the native
Pistol on the belt ...
And I would like to
Layer the earth with mate ...
Tears of sorrow to pour
To anything in the war.

We are forever destiny
Frontal bound,
Having flown away, do not forget,
How things were done ...
Do not forget your friends,
Do not forget their shoulders,
Their support in battle
Happiness brought you.