Текст песни Тарнакин Александр - Реквием 131 майкопской бригаде

You are childish tears, mother's cry
Through hundreds of destinies he marked his path,
The old people are angry: Eh, brought Russia,
You are white-red-blue with your madness

In my worst dream I never even dreamed
This democracy, this justice.
How we believed you, how we wanted to help,
On New Year's Eve, instantly orphaned

Even persistent marble could not bear the pain
You didn't even bother to declare mourning
Against the three that fell in the graves in August,
It wouldn't be enough for us to mourn these years ...

That war, politics - both things are vile,
It is a sin to burn Circassian houses with the hands of the army,
Do not excuse yourself - the reasons are not valid,
And officers' souls were covered with a crust ...