Текст песни Юрий Слатов - Голубые береты - Груз 200

The plane's mouth opened to load its passengers,
But today, one I fly, and suddenly I feel so sad.
His back against the growing cold lens window,
Cargo and be entered my chill ran back.

      Here we are together,
      One for two aircraft,
      Load my 200,
      Your last flight.

I squeeze in my hand overhead pass both in adversity
And so I want to crush this terrible green leaf.
Tighten the screws that ran beneath us betonka,
That's all flew home to mate.
 
      Here we are together,
      One for two aircraft,
      Load my 200,
      Your last flight.

Float beneath us gray Afghan mountains
I have to keep him no evil, but Damn this war.
When planting in the Union softly whisper their Burden:
"Sasha, my friend, because you meet the same spring."

      Here we are together,
      One for two aircraft,
      Load my 200,
      Your last flight.