Текст песни С.Беляков - В Огне

Chechnya on fire, here is not Afghan,

The order is given to enter the troops,

And we entered, but "not shoot" -

After all, the children are right.

The columns went, and here they are burned,

Smoke extended to Moscow

Who is for our pain and death

Now answer?

In the trenches we, around the fog,

Here the whole war is a solid deception,

Estonian sniper combat

Deadly wounded.

And, lamb, interfering dirt,

The rain of lead is a stock scum,

Our regiment reached

To the formidable color.

Now in Russia New Year,

Sings, walking my people,

And so he walked and sang,

We die in Grozny.

Dancher to us in the back, bastard, beats,

Armor burns, lead - in the stomach,

And my mother, you do not be sad -

We have fallen with honor.

And we are waiting for the answer in the trenches:

For money bank "Menatep"

Il for Russia-Rus

Do we shed blood here?

Not for a penny and rubles

We go on the land of Chechnya,

And so that Russia-Russia,

Great called.