Текст песни Голубые береты - Десантирование

Before boarding the helicopter, I'll tell my friends goodbye
I will think about the one that awaits, and it will be easier to part.
The screws are still silent and the ray of the sun on the devices
And in the blue haze we can see the mountains where our troops are leaving.

Chorus:
Only in these mountains there is no tourist route,
On the paths mines were laid by someone's skillful hand,
Flowers never grow on hot stones here,
And only fragments from mines mixed with dug earth.

Our flight lasts for minutes, we hover over the site,
The door is open, the signal is forward - we go into it in order,
And somewhere above the line and what will not be known there,
To reach the deadline, we are in a hurry, walking along the slopes of the steep mountains.

Chorus.
Before boarding the helicopter, I'll tell my friends goodbye
I will think about the one that awaits, and it will be easier to part.
The screws are still silent and the sunbeam on the devices
And in the blue haze we can see the mountains where our troops are leaving.

Chorus.