Текст песни Игорь Морозов - Последний каскадер

That's all! The work is finished,
And goes among the Afghan mountains,
"Cascader" of the fourth "highway",
The following "stunt".

According to the Kabul airfield
He goes without feeling spring
For four thousand miles from home,
Two hundred meters from the war.

Without armor, without a machine gun,
All baggage - backpack and suitcase,
The guy from the last "Cascade"
Martovsky Afghan leaves.

He will almost turn around the ramp,
Stop, and at the time
For some reason he smiles sadly
And he will smoke a Kent cigarette.

Maybe there is no reason for sadness,
Maybe he’s just tired to death,
He looks at the mountain peaks,
In the middle of which he lived and fought.

And when, having interrupted this minute,
Friendly waves his pilot,
He, by clicking, throwing a cigarette,
Slowly climb on board.

Under the turbine roar of the native "silt",
Not forgetting combat traditions,
Together with the "side" in the circle "Shil"
Without separation, he will drink "for separation."

And already under an even rumble of engines,
Before landing in the northern spring,
Will sleep and see the dreams that
I have never seen in war.

Dreams in which raids and ambushes,
BTR, breathing hot,
Pass where all his guys
Alive and not yet injured ...