Текст песни Витязи России - Вспоминания о войне

Gm Cm
A sheet of paper, the service is drawing to a close
F A #
Letters to mom are not easy to write to a fighter
Gm Cm
Hello mom, hello my dear
D
Everything is fine with me.
Here is the capital and the weather is grace
On weekends in Moscow I go for a walk
Only often in Wake or in a dream
I remember the war

Chorus:
Gm D #
To the noise and explosion of grenades, our squad is marching
F D
Where shooting can be heard among the mountains.
To the noise and explosion of grenades, where the tracers fly
And from the breaks the whole earth trembles.
The helicopter takes off and we go forward
No pity for whoever is against us
A flurry of lead above us, hold on to the end
Obey the order at any cost

Mother doesn't know how we walk the mountains
Mother doesn't know how difficult it can be for us
How many lives of very young guys
Our squad left there
Mother doesn't know how I took the first fight
Like a bullet, a friend covered me with himself
And I keep this memory for many years
His maroon beret

Chorus

Here is my vacation, I see my home again
Hello mother. I am back, I am alive.
We'll raise a third toast to those guys
What remained in the war.
It's a pity that I don't have a long rest at home
Very soon I will return to ODON again
Tomorrow again on alarm to the Caucasus
Special forces are sent