Текст песни Олег Ширяев - Прощайте мужики

Last shout: "Good-bye, guys ..."
And like a knife in the heart he went to the hilt,
And the brain pierced terrible guess:
His chopper shattered into pieces.

Even yesterday, with him in the module together
House remembered drinking a glass of vodka ...
And now we stand by removing the caps -
wife's letter in hand, and in it, "we are waiting for You ...»

And that cry remained forever
In my heart, and tears it apart.
And now in the joy and misery
It does not stop it, not ever.

And like an echo, repeatedly in the head
All repeated the cry - the cry of a desperate friend.
And my heart engulfed in a blizzard cold empty,
And the idea that he is gone from us forever, forever.

He flew to the last battle in the night today.
Maybe tomorrow my turn to go in pursuit.
Well let's have a drink for him and the girl,
After his daughter stayed home.

Years will pass, they run contrary to
I will not forget those last two words.
And every hour sound in me again and again,
As a testament: "Do not forget the men!