Текст песни Голубые Молнии - Наш 345 полк

Again postoroene on the parade ground
But without weapons, and BC
Mean tears on the face
Farewell with the flag of the regiment

Our regiment 345
You went to the end of your way
We do know a lot about Ratna
But not turn back time

Remains in the memory, Afghan
Bagram heat and Alaba
Output in the Union, in Azerbaijan
Speeches solemn words

The regiment was on the point of attack
Kirovabad and Stepanakert
But a stroke of the staff hacks
Shelf is now no more

Read out at the parade ground of the order
And the banner given to the museum
But we do not get together again
At a meeting of regimental friends

We have friends that remember
Let's have one
For numbers 345
For our Native Guards Regiment