Текст песни Голубые береты - Посидим, помолчим, мужики

I once sang in Afgan about roads and friends,
About hostile Pakistan, about ambushes in villages,
About the beloved and about my mother, the fact that they are not more expensive,
And about meeting with the boys in a long twenty years.
I dreamed there, in the smoking room, before the flight to Kandahar:
That would be the genie from the bottle, so he could drive time ...
So that the winter will stay somewhere, and spring will come soon,
And, perhaps, this summer the war will end suddenly.

Chorus:
Twenty years behind him, twenty years,
Many of ours are no longer in the ranks ...
Sit down, keep quiet, men,
Let's remember our best years!

The neighbors are surprised with disbelief in their eyes,
I just have to answer them, because my youth is there.
There were such songs and such muzhiks,
We have been together for two years, we are workers of war.
Sometimes nights I dream of an Afghan pass,
Nothing will happen again, I won my own!
Everyone has a reason to look back suddenly.
And, forgetting about the anniversary, shout: "Well hello, brother!"

Chorus.

Twenty years behind, twenty years ...

Chorus.

Sit down, keep quiet, men,
Let's remember our best years ...
Let's remember our best years ...