Текст песни Евгений Деменев - Пограничный десант

Border troops - unusual word to many,
Again, waiting for us somewhere, and go to the south of helicopters.
We left their comfort, we expect hills and mountains,
We'll be back if we remember waiting for us if you still remember.

What is the DS - there is no question more and more easily,
It's hard to breathe when satchel crashes into shoulders.
This sleeping bag and wet snow, softly beating of torn tents,
Bored & quot; suhpay & quot; in a pot on the fire, lullabies & quot; the signaling & quot ;.

And sometimes disappointing - few people know about it,
We will not withdraw to the movies and do not write about us in the newspapers.
How, leaving behind the Union, a gray cloud of dust enveloped,
Hover & quot; collars & quot; on Afghan ground, landing in a battle throwing group.

Border troops - in a few words to explain useless
It is not asking for rewards, just for trouble will not come back.
Cowards and traitors there is not, there are ordinary Soviet guys
It will take time, it will be the memory of those years
And for us - border assault!