Текст песни Михаил Михайлов - Пламенный привет

We were eager for revolution under the slogans of freedom,
And they were taken out nine years later:
Medal "from the grateful Afghan people"
And obelisks to those who are already gone.
And obelisks to those who are already gone.

Simple, made of stone towers,
The weather is not wet holiday.
Our obelisks huddled at the sides of the KAMAZ trucks.
We drove the memory of ourselves home.
We drove the memory of ourselves home.

Other letters in the obelisks pecked bullets ...
From scolding and other misfortunes
They drove the eternal lights in the homeland fanned
The obelisks of those who already are not.
Like their last, fiery hello.
Like their last, fiery hello.