Текст песни Игорь Морозов - Последний каскадер

That's all! The work is completed
And goes among the Afghan mountains
"Caskander" of the fourth "flying",
Surrender the most "cascade".

In Kabuli airfield
He goes without feeling spring
For four thousand versts from home,
For two hundred meters from the war.

Without armor goes without a machine gun
All luggage - backpack Yes Suitcase,
The guy from the last "cascade"
Leaves Martov Afghan.

He will be wrapped in almost the ladder
Stop and at the time
For some reason sadly smile
And snack cigarette "Kent".

Maybe there is no reason for sadness
Maybe just until death,
He looks at the mountain peaks,
The medium of which lived and fought.

And when, interrupting this minute,
Friendly wave a pilot
He, by clicking the cigarette,
Slowly rises on board.

Under the turbine roar of the native "Ila",
Combat traditions without forgetting
Together with the "Bortach" on the circle "Shila"
Without separation will drink "for the separation."

And already under the smooth hum of motors,
Before landing in northern spring,
Will sleep and see dreams, which
Never seen in war.

Dreams in which raids and ambushes,
BTR, breathable hot
Pass, where all his guys
Alive and not injured yet ...