Текст песни Юлия Друнина - Баллада о десанте

I want as calmer and land
My story about the peers was ...
Fourteen Schoolgirls - Sovnia, Bottles -
In the deep cast rear.

When they jumped down the plane
In the January Lodrogish Crimea,
"Oh, mommy!" - Someone breathed thinly
In an empty whistling darkness.

I could not have a whitewashed pilot for some reason
Consciousness of the guilt overcome ...
And three parachutes, and three parachutes
Not at all revealed to the night ...

The remaining shower was covered by the curtain,
And a few days in a row
In an alarming desert of hostile forest
They were looking for a squad.

It happened later with the guerries in any:
Pord in the blood and dust
Crawled on swollen knees in the attack -
From hunger, you could not stand.

And I understand that in these moments
Could guerrillas help
Only the memory of girls whose parachutes
Not at all revealed to the night ...

There is no meaningless death in the light -
Through years through the clouds of trouble
Today's girlfriends that survived, shine
Three quietly burned stars ...