Текст песни Голубые береты - Памяти Костенко А.

On Afghan gray earth
So much blood has already been shed
Just no silence anywhere
The silence here is killed by war
Well, ours is not to blame
We do our duty honestly
How much to go, what lies ahead
We don’t know anyone yet

There are no simple deaths
In every death without edge grief
Pinched heart pain
And a tear will not help grief
Only my friend stands as alive
Only whose relatives turned gray
He will never come home
He can’t finish anything
He will never come home
He can’t finish anything

How much everyone has to live
The deaths of loved ones are always incomprehensible
To serve medicine all my life
You did not take an oath for nothing
Could you alienate the pain
Could help and trouble and grief
Will continue your business
Those doctors who will follow you

Break the silence this fight
For someone, he will be the last
In general, this is a matter of fate
Who will live and who will not
And who is destined to live
Will remember the customs knowing
That he dropped a tear at the holidays of all
The third toast for the guys raises

There are no simple deaths
In every death without edge grief
Pinched heart pain
And a tear will not help grief
Only my friend stands as alive
Only whose relatives turned gray
He will never come home
He can’t finish anything
He will never come home
He can’t finish anything