Текст песни Песни чеченской войны - Московский ОМОН

We were brought to the land of miracles,
In the beautiful city of Gudermes,
So that we put our orders there.
But the commander said: bye
You work lightly -
Do not rush into battle, my kids!

We settled in the vocational school,
Picture straight as hell:
Ruined, everywhere.
But, amicably in hand taking scraps,
Shovels, saws, axes,
We took out a trash from there.

We sit on the base of the day, the second,
From vodka, I really do not -
I'd rather send somewhere to somewhere.
But Toporkov tells us:
Raise a hundred bags on the roof -
And we raised them all with a crowd!

And now we are sitting at a roadblock,
From thirst everything dries in the mouth -
The commanders did not fit the waters.
Where to go from the heat,
Do not hide in the bushes -
And suddenly in the bushes stretch marks or mines?

They go every other day after day,
And we sit and wait silently,
Whenever something comes to us.
About guards, roadblocks
We are tired of seeing dreams;
To shoot our hope is melting away!

Here, between the case once
The battalion commander gives the following order:
Take the guitar - and with me on the hill.
We are invited there by friends,
They can not be refused.
We'll eat shish kebab, we'll have a drink! "

We were having a good time,
Everything was drunk to the bottom,
And they sang songs with a guitar.
Then everything, AKSy taking,
Slightly on the hill, after shooting,
We in our "Ural" quot; one by one they climbed.

With Volodya we said goodbye,
They said: "You look from the height -
You will see Gudermes as in the palm of your hand.
There from Moscow, the OMON stands,
The commandant's office is guarding,
Which of the Chechens will climb - bury! "