Текст песни Александр Казлитин - Ордена не продаются

I am an old woman alone
At the station, having chuckled, she said -
Shame on you, son
You start your life with deception.
Somewhere I bought an order,
Hooked and boasted to people
Himself so young
Only conscience will not drop.

Himself so tanned
Seen from the rest, from the hot south,
There's daddy’s money
Walked, had fun, thoughtlessly.
So take it off, don't disgrace
Do not disgrace the front gray hair,
What do you know son
About the war, nothing at all, dear.

What to answer the old gray-haired
Not to offend old age,
But the words of excuses do not climb,
As if a burden.
Only the order with his hand covered
So that no offense is dirty
And suddenly I remembered the Afghan sky,
Our sky is more transparent.

I could tell that old woman
How the mountains cried
As the snow caught fire
From bright mountain ash.
And like red rivers
Stoked the last screams
And how the sky threw
On earth burning MiGs.

I could also tell
How grief breaks into apartments
Like a mad mother
Could not tear from the grave,
And then you, old woman, will understand
And you won’t judge me
After all, such orders as ours
At the bazaar you will not meet, you will not buy.