Текст песни Армейские - Ангарский омон 16.2.1995 г.Чечня.

Automat with body armor, blue -shaped shape
Berets are shifted to the side, smoke from cigarettes
All calm as tanks
You don't be afraid of a folder with mom
You are good, in your soul oblivion, without warning

Chorus:

And we roll up the sleeves on the elbow
And all the churok, cut down for firewood
All wrong, we will burn and kill
All because of whom we went to fight

Hide all the cool guys
This is not SOVIT ARMY
Leave everything from the road
We are more than the gods riot police

We take on the forehead
Put the machine gun on the neck
And with a cheerful smile
From a helicopter to hell with God

Chorus:

And we roll up the sleeves on the elbow
And all the churok, cut down for firewood
All wrong, we will burn and kill
All because of whom we went to fight

Maybe I won't shoot
And I will see a folder with my mother
And with a beloved girl
I will see the night clearly

In the meantime, oversee alarm
And at any time of the year
We are a special forces squad in Chechnya (?)
Every day for us learning

Chorus:

And we roll up the sleeves on the elbow
And all the churok, cut down for firewood
All wrong, we will burn and kill
All because of whom we went to fight