song military drivers of truck (KAMAZ), went to the columns of goods to Afghanistan (1980-1988)

video from Chechnya (2000-2004 - if it is spetsnaz, a spetsnaz police).
But It's song military drivers of truck (KAMAZ), went to the columns of goods to Afghanistan (1980-1988)

BRONEZHILET [Body armor (flak jacket)]

/Sorry - automatic translation: translate.google/

We were all recruitment and swifts,
And everyone remembers the mother's sight and smell of home.
All so long ago, while on the road, sun-scorched,
Now creeping, creeping up stubbornly column.

You do not see a shot glass machines
As in BTRah people burned alive,
And, as in gasoline puddles drill a hole in tires
Guys falling forever become silent

Refrain:
You see, bullets drill a hole in my body armor.
How many guys here is how much his early years ...
Mother, forgive mammy not saved ourselves
Bullet that I fly, I have not seen.

Roar motor car up to pass the smoke
In shoulders burn away KAMAZ's ...
Here, every third remained forever young,
When clicking aim at trigger a helmet.

And again splashes glass, and then someone else's pain,
Once again, the red markings on the road
In the field of ambushes we see the blood such as we are with you,
They, and this helps us a little bit ...

Refrain:
You see, bullets drill a hole in my body armor.
How many guys here is how much his early years ...
Who remembered about the girl's night camp,
Who was the last day of Afghanistan.

The road is always waiting for you, the road distance beckons,
A home mama frosty for two years.
Do you need here, you need it and let the soul hurts
For nice house, two native to you people.

We are on wheels and taking the lives of people believe in us,
A life of each one, the other will not.
And obelisk, blackened of fire KAMAZ
It should be the memory of those who gave life to people

Refrain:
You see, bullets drill a hole in my body armor.
How many guys here is how much his early years ...
Mother, forgive mammy not saved ourselves
Bullet that I fly, I have not seen.

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