Текст песни Александр Казлитин - Ордена не продаются

I am the old woman alone
The station, having shook, said -
How not ashamed, son,
You start your life with deception.
Somewhere I bought the Order,
Halcil and smell of people,
Himself so young
Only there will be no conscience.

Himself so tanned,
Apparently, from the rest, from the hot south,
There is money for daddy
He walked, had fun, thoughtlessly.
So take it off, don't disgrace
Do not disgrace front -line gray hair,
What do you know, son,
About the war, nothing, dear.

What to answer the old woman gray,
To offend old age
But the words of excuses do not climb,
As if a burden.
Only the Order covered with hand,
So as not to get a resentment,
And suddenly he remembered the Afghan sky,
But the sky is more transparent.

I could tell that old woman
How the mountains cried
How snow came on
From bright mountain ash blood.
And like red rivers
Survived the last screams,
And how the sky threw
But the earth burning MIGI.

I could also tell
How grief bursts into the apartments,
Like a crazy mother
They could tear off the grave,
And then you, old woman, will understand
And you can't condemn me
After all, such orders as ours
You won’t meet a bazaar, you won’t buy it.