Текст песни ШИРЯЕВ ОЛЕГ - Прощайте мужики

Last Creek: "Farewell, Guys! .."
And as if in the heart, the knife entered the handle,
And the brain pierced a terrible guess:
"His" turntable "scattered into pieces ..."

Yesterday with him in the module together
The house was remembered by drinking a stack of vodka.
Well, now we are standing, removing the pilot.
Letter of his wife in their hands, and in it: "We are waiting for you ..."

And this cry remained forever
In my soul and tears it into parts,
And now in joy, in misfortune
He does not stop anywhere and never.
And, as if echo - many times in the head -
Everything was repeated a cry, desperate cry of a friend,
And the heart of the cold was blunting blank blizzard
And the idea that he left us forever, forever ...

He flew to the last fight today on the night,
Perhaps, tomorrow my cheroids to go after.
Let's drink it for him and for the girl,
After all, he had a daughter at home!

Will be held, their run contrary to
I will not forget these two words
And every hour sounds everything again, again,
As a tester: "Do not forget, men ...!"