Текст песни С.А.Березовский - Песня косовского батальона

I did not know that the Balkan sky
For a Slav will become a stranger.
And bonfires burn the houses of Serbs
And the conflagration smokes.
Who are we Russians here, what have we become?
The older brother, who betrayed, deceived.
Two hundred sent from Russia
On the Albanian bloody revelry.

We held, held
That strip of land
Where are the Russian ILs,
Could land
Where from the ramp open
Private Airborne
Proudly clank on plates
On your BMD!

I remember again
That column loop
The mountains were challenged
The dust fell on the armor.
Across Pristina Square
At night, the Airborne Forces.
This is a man ride
Challenging fate!

We held, held
That strip of land
Where are the Russian ILs,
Could land
Where from the ramp open
Private Airborne
Proudly clank on plates
On your BMD!

I saw a lot in the world
Saw tears and blood
Fell asleep at dawn
I forgot about love.
With a gun in a hug
Saw black dreams.
Black and white shots
In my memory entered.

We held, held
That strip of land
Where are the Russian ILs,
Could land
Where from the ramp open
Private Airborne
Proudly clank on plates
On your BMD!