Текст песни Сергей Цыкин - Слава погибшим сыновьям

I'll tell you one story
How they saw off my brother to the Afghan war.
We gave my brother a talisman
So that he keeps a dushman from well-aimed bullets
She said, she spoke tears, mother:
"Mom will be waiting for you, son.
You be a man, I love you
What would I keep, I pray to the Almighty. "

Glory to the lost sons
Glory to the past that Afghan.
Glory to our mothers
Glory! Honor and glory to you!

Days dragged on, and a month was like a year.
And the mother of her son is waiting at the door.
And the son was killed by dushmans in battle,
His talisman clutching a bloody hand.
And there is a war, because it was Afghan
And our black tulip rose.
And in war it is always like in war.
They all served their country.

Glory to the lost sons
Glory to the past that Afghan.
Glory to our mothers
Glory! Honor and glory to you!

Glory! Honor and glory to you!