Текст песни Памяти полковника Буданова - Командир

The commander at the temples of your south snow mountain
And in the words of a hot wind from the slopes
You do not just linear pattern of life
In men, calloused palms
And I do not just orders and shelf
But you called us his sons
And we know you've done for us, all that could
So that we came back home alive

The commander of you for us was almost the Lord God
How many kids do you have a bullet sberёg
How many have you snatched from the arms of war,
Their embrace of hospital wards, from the clutches of silence

The commander of the fighters scattered city
Only you with us in songs and toasts
A time will come to give the names of the sons
We will solve the problem is very simple
But if fate will bring us a new
And you guys have to say they say
You know, each of us behind you go
As we were walking behind you when the