Текст песни Хламида - Факел

As podozhenny torch burning helicopter,
How I fell and crashed on the gray grass ...
How to mirror the soldiers finally left
No trace, no doubt, and any worries ...
And screams drowned out the machine,
Without balance in discharging defenseless breasts ...
A bullet hole with a cry of "Come on!"
Bullet hole, but I'll live.
Bullet hole, let's not go ahead,
Bullet hole, I did not finish.

As podozhenny torch burning APC,
Like all melted and made to wait.
And as the form and procedure taken away for themselves,
And our losses - "Well, let smoke ..."
But the memory of loved ones forced us to live,
But the memory of loved ones forced us to live.