Текст песни Голубые Молнии - СОЮЗ

Songs of something new is not written
And memories presses the load
Again the war last footage I see
And the country with the name of the Union
Military contingent, limited
And Afgan - a country of deserts and mountains
Where friends become bosom
All those who went through the war

Where are you, my friends
Flew like birds
We are the sons of the Union,
But we are between the border
Only we do not divide
We were together before we
After all, those who fought
There is a code of honor.
 
of Afghan home, we do not all have returned
and tried to forget about the war
but the events unfolded as
to cut into pieces
the war was a team
and now the Customs and posts
those that paved between us
Want friendship dilute bridges

Where are you, my friends
Flew like birds
We are the sons of the Union,
But we are between the border
Only we do not divide
We were together before we
After all, those who fought
There is a code of honor.
 
and now decades later
All are drawn to the union again
but the country's former splendor
udastsya not rebuild
Only we do not believe in false speech
who went to the Afghan trail
children are indestructible Union
and is considered one country