Текст песни Леонов Виталий - Монолог вертолета Ми 8

I dive from heaven into black plasticine mud
The roar of the tight battle is scored by the radio channel
And through the roar of the ether breaks through hoarse and nursing
Voice of evil despair, the voice of the last hope

I sit as always closing people with her body
And pray to the helicopter god that I will have time again
I cut the fire by the infantry infantry
Having burned the explosion

In the clouds, cutting space screws
Shooting the whole backup get hard wounds
Machine-gun routes from the earth my forces are carried away
But obliged to save the soldiers of the Mi-8 death

Pain with difficulty but tolerant breaking out of the shelling zone
I got down, I'm smoking. Beats vibration torn body
I got anything from Afghan to emergency landings
I served in Kandahar and was 15 times since

All the soul, the whole system of their combat mechanisms
Feeling the course of rhythm of human thoughts
Applying to me as if to save us a birth
And I'm ready to pass my veins again

I am flying black leaving
But before the base I can reach I know by experience
It's hard to face the service life of the machine is not eternal
But I managed a lot and now my flight is flawless

I seemed a lot of hope courage
How many souls on board my meme met with the Lord God
Then by the Afghan sand, the Chechen mud was spoiled
Officers with fighters when they returned to me in the regiment

I lost and more than once the battle of his brothers pilots
With them we pulled the land and infantry from the baked
With them, together, they dreamed about the House of the War Skin
We are a family about any of them I remember and know

I'm standing on the uplift
All in smoke unconscious, my right pilot my
Pour foam foam fighters in Sanbat wounded wear
With honor, I performed my own military worker Mi-8.