Текст песни Владимир Пухов - Сыны Маргелова

We all come from the Airborne Forces,
Not afraid of us any adversity.
We soar in the heavenly blue,
Despite the vagaries of the weather.
The rustle of silk on his head,
Like the string taut lines.
If necessary - that the battle with the sky,
This principle of the airborne infantry.
VDV - this is our family,
We are your sons, Basil Filipych.
Now a lot of circling crows,
His conscience was changed to satiety.
We live by its laws -
Honor, courage, brotherhood landing,
And under the sky blue country
We are ready to fight for it.
A harsh forties
Under fire we started its way.
On the landing troops of young
More little at that time we knew.
They deserve in heavy fighting
And under the Svir, and near Moscow,
Our grandfathers in the Guards regiments
The honor and glory at the price of blood.
And in Afghanistan, in the hot sand,
Tempered landing brotherhood.
Like snow, graying at the temples,
On fights where we had to fight.
Do not give us offense itself
Evil spirits, rubbish and filth.
We declare without lies -
There will be live Troops Uncle Vasya!