Lyrics Айдар Басыров - Чечня

December. Terrible. Railway station
In his arms he met guests
And with a bright light,
As if a razor cut an explosion
An attack from the RPG,
Burning tanks and infantry fighting vehicles,
We were offered for a life in exchange
The last chance to surrender to captivity

But we will fight to death, as grandfathers taught
And how can we not stand at the price
In all ages, she alone is in victory,
Which we will not give to anyone

Our commander asked for help,
With a hoarse mat, shouting on the air,
But the generals, having given the order,
Already had time to forget about us
Aim for aiming at us from all the trunks
From the dark windows of houses
Presented a present for the new year
Soldiers' Mothers our President

Half a century later, Grozny became Stalingrad,
And choked with the blood of street battles,
At the mercy of the Dudayev detachments
Russia threw her sons here

The cars are burning, the bodies of soldiers
By the end of the cartridges there is no grenade
We can not escape from encirclement
And there is no way to retreat
For us, the last night jetty
Burning this railway station,
Spotted with spots of red puddles
He became the purgator of our souls

One hundred and thirty first Maikop brigade
Over sixty hours is shattered to the nines
For us now, one posthumous reward -
Immortal memory of fire in living hearts ...