Текст песни Олег Янченко - Нас в Чечню перевели

At eighteen years old, the boy was called to serve
And to the Fatherland he swore allegiance to keep
He wrote letters home: "Wait, I'll be back",
But to see another path was destined for him.

A year has passed, he wrote home:
"Hello my mommy, dear dad,
We were transferred to Chechnya, don't worry,
It's quiet here and there is no war here. "

But in fact there was an unequal battle
many children were killed in a strange land.
The boy fought, wore the wounded.
Only a sniper took his life with a shot.

Boys are dying in the damned war
Echelons of mothers carry coffins,
But whoever survived the war in Chechnya
Will remember everything, as in a nightmare.