Текст песни Евгений Бунтов - Благослови, Илья-пророк

Do not pass the soul delight
when on board without jokes
we shoot, to parachute
heavenly scoop space.
And the choice of roads unearthly
It is pushing the hatch for a company of a company.
Bless the Lord, Elijah,
His winged infantry!
 
Oh, those years - now where are you? -
when boys dream
step in transcendental distances,
blue beret wearing.
Elements furious sip
and a moment of rebirth - that's it!
Bless the Lord, Elijah,
their winged infantry!
 
Which gave us not throw,
courage dome filled,
we will fulfill the order of the Motherland -
everything in the world in spite!
And if it happens that in the blood
the fate of the unit will delay lines ...
Elijah the prophet, bless,
his heavenly infantry!