Текст песни Черные береты - От благодарного Афганского Народа

Who invented it, I want to understand
Well, let the war are accustomed to from year to year
But what would the medals were called
"From a grateful Afghan people"

Oh, it's too sorry for the smile
We have many times caught a bullet
In place of what would have to admit a mistake
You are ten years our children were blowing in the ears

Oh, and we thank the people of Afghanistan
Do not get tired of it thanksgiving
In gratitude, prostheses and wheelchairs
During the burning of the Afghan settlement.

The bodies of the soldiers received in response to Russia
Not even the body, and the body portion
We are one of five coffins enough
But no one before this is not the case.

Those who were in Moscow hardly wept
Above the memory is torn platoon,
When you are writing lists for medals
"From the grateful people of Afghanistan."

Those who came later, those you did not fail to forgive
Without requiring any honor or dignity
You help those who got the bullet
From a grateful Afghan Dushman.

Who invented it, I want to understand
This crazy enough and talent
I would so he pushed his ugly face in my friends
From the grateful Soviet assault,
I would so he pushed his ugly face in my friends,
From a grateful Russian Marines !!