Текст песни Анатолий Пшеничный - Сыны спецназа

... the sun has fallen, the base has calmed down,
The sons of special forces fell asleep soundly ...
And we all smoke, closed the doors,
 We sit - we consider our losses.
The Caucasus is lost, Kiev is lost
And all the dashing debts are forgiven
 And on the left Sevastopol
They look through the tears of the Topol rocket.
Missiles "Topol" do not understand
What they do not raise to heaven?
After all, it was repulsed from Russia, split off -
Either the Russian coast, then the Russian city.
The Chinese - rivers, the Mongols - skins,
 Kazakhs the gold of Baikonur ...
Only Belarus stand Soviet,
As long as the fortress is called Brest! ...
And here is all the games, but here is the whole holiday ...
Prince Dolgoruky and the Bronze Horseman
From horses, as watchmen, they look in the midst of boudin:
“And what will comrade ... Zhukov tell us?” ...
But the marshal is heavily chained in bronze,
And the fronts will not wait for the go-ahead ...
“We would send submarines to Cuba,
But what will they tell us at the Paris Club ...
May I never live in Paris
Not until Paris until the special forces,
But these jacques and even smiths
Kohl got into fights - there were bits.
I took Dubrovka and was in Beslan,
And it was necessary - and on the Maidan,
Where infidelity knits our brothers
And death waves over them with a scythe ...
The sun soared, the base woke up
We are all today the sons of special forces.
For centuries, holy Russia candle
All of us have this - special purpose!