Текст песни Георгий Николаенко - Десант

For forty years we have been keeping peace in our land.
And black smoke does not cover the blue,
But remembers the memory, sunk in the ashes,
The earth has forgotten even how to give birth to grass.
Not for fun, sons go to the soldiers,
May sunsets and sunsets be peaceful & # 33;

Chorus:
Turbines roar violently, squeezes the soul of a parachute
We go to take off, waiting for us somewhere,
 All domes are filled with the sky & # 33;
The cold wind burns my eyes,
But there is no turning back.
And take the heavens landing & # 33;

Battlefields pull us into the live thread
And his father's house, and his grandfather grown garden
So that all our descendants save
From the sky - it will be necessary - let's jump to hell & # 33;
Not for fun, sons go to the soldiers,
May sunsets and sunsets be peaceful & # 33;

Chorus:

The sacred world is dearer to us all the blessings of the earth,
Let bread and salt for our villages and cities.
To heal the sick wounds of that war
We need peace for hundreds of years for a hundred centuries & # 33;
Not for fun, sons go to the soldiers,
May the blue sky be quiet over the hut & # 33;