Текст песни В. Потапчик - А я просил огня

I thought the sun-filled platform of our meeting.
Three white roses of love ...
A kiss on the cheek like the last patron
Who saved my life in that battle under Shali ...

It did not work, as dreamed, under Shali.
A calm look gives me a smile
As if I did not return from the war,
He came home in the evening, joking around Moscow.
And I asked for fire ... And I asked for fire ...
I asked for fire again and again ...
And I asked for fire.

Spring. In Chechnya, still shooting.
Roar engines, armored troops.
We were friends with him Caucasian war,
But I went with the infantry this hell.

Burned BMP. I do not forget that fight.
As the wounded major wheezed: "Live!"
Dagger squall "Zelenka" Nokhchevoy -
All this was in March under Shali. Under the Shawls ...

Dust on the teeth, full-length trenches,
Honey smell apricot orchards.
When the shift returned to the block - post,
I wished myself happy dreams.

And the apron of our meeting, filled with the sun, seemed to be
Three white roses of love ...
A kiss on the cheek like the last patron
Who saved my life in that battle under Shali ...

Yes, wonderful dreaming under Shali,
But only I didn’t want to meet.
As if I did not return from the war,
He came home in the evening, joking around Moscow.
And I asked for fire ... And I asked for fire ...
I asked for fire again and again ...
And I asked for fire.

And I asked for fire ...