Текст песни Прощай Абхазия - Прощайте Бабушары

Forgiving Abkhazia, goodbye grandmothers!
I do not hold on to the bayonet knife in the night silence,
I do not stand at gunsmiths with a machine gun,
No longer me, my days passed.

And the sun will break over the Abkhaz Mountains,
And illuminated the tops of wild snow cliffs,
And leaving we do not say: - "Goodbye!",
And I hope for those who got here.

Let's face a glass for those who are in Beres all year round,
For those who have been protecting the sky for days and nights,
For those who have gave the silence of heaven for those
Let's make a brother with you drink for air defense and for the sun!

And the wind clouds from the sea quickly cattons,
And the sky is clean tightened with black haired,
I am brother I am a hand on a farewell,
Give God more than once again see you with you!

Let's bring the brother to raise a glass for those in Berester all year round,
For those who have been protecting the sky for days and nights,
For those who have gave the silence of heaven for those
Come on Branch with you will drink for air defense and for the Air Force!