Текст песни Грустит настольный календарь - Голубые Береты

The desk calendar is sad
Connecting days into years
And the severity of the years gone
The Afghan war began.
The boys have already grown up,
Forgetting the past daring,
Just a memory sometimes
Reminds me of an old motive:

I often dream of my native home,
The forest dreams of something of its own,
Gray cuckoo across the river
How long I have left to live, believes:
Gray cuckoo across the river
How long I have left to live, believes:

Tired of the gray days of everyday life,
Sitting down in the evening in the yard,
Suddenly I remember myriad stars
Afghan nights in September
And the faces of loyal friends
And a kind module without heat,
And lips on their own
Old words are displayed:

The dawn was rising
Over a humpbacked ridge,
The sun was breaking through
Damned through the fog
And with dawn again
On invisible paths
On the Afghan land
For a long time to stomp:
And with dawn again
On invisible paths
On the Afghan land
For a long time to stomp:

Sons grow up quickly
And the house will soon be empty
But before you fly away
I'll show them my album.
There with a gun young
With friends by a strange river.
And the sons will suddenly be silent,
They only ask: "Dad, is that you?"

Battalion reconnaissance,
We rarely get bored without work,
Every day, then again a search, again a fight!
You, little sister in the medical battalion,
Don't worry, for God's sake
We will live to see the wedding with you.
You, little sister in the medical battalion,
Don't worry, for God's sake
We will live until the wedding with you.