Текст песни Александр Крылов - А Балканы укрыты

Poems and music Alexander Krylova

And the Balkans are covered with snow and hairs,
Only the dead echo shelling
Given in the mountains so that the nerves sometimes
Rounded like smoking to the limit.
Bat on our forests from the ambush sniper ...
But Bosnian mountain trails
So familiar to us, as if yesterday
We walked along the lands of Europe!
Again in the mountains of Yugoslavia - Death and War,
Each stone comes with a tear ...
Our blood bills we pay in full,
This world is flashed!
And already his sophisticated predatory ruffle,
As if the beast of the hidden, states ...
Roots the land and snow shot metal,
Volunteers are radiant squads.
We are from the house for thousands of Wool, Cossacks,
Here we stand, the abdomen do not regret.
But the enemies surround the enemies and trees and bend.
Where are you, you, our mother, Razmi?!
Here they are frozen in uneven
Our hundreds from the Vysehrad ...
But about those who died in that last battle,
Maybe in Serbia will remember once.
1994