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Serzhen -Yurt , where no birds sing
in the woods with opavsheyu foliage
here everything is saturated with war ...
here at night was an unequal battle ...

night and darkness , and in the dugout all asleep ,
in office only two stand
but no one looked back ,
to them in the rear of the enemy unit comes ...

But napping time , and the enemy is near ,
and suddenly came to him vosne old gray
and the guy podskachila , he hears the tramp of feet ,
but who is sent directly to them could not understand , just could not understand ...

Lunn night, and they are seen they
special ops mercenaries enemies are on the prowl slowly, but they are waiting , they are waiting for
two boys ...

The tramp of feet , they certainly podozhshli ,
but fire on them is already open,
special ops against eight ,
explosion blowing everything around and lit ...

podstvol'nika clicks
and the whistle of bullets discontinuous
and flies and bees and all had them ...
We Vose man that kept the dugout
only dead circle, to help us only Allah to help us but Allah ...

On departure , we need a lemma ago
we lay clutching automatic,
no reinforcements , it create one barrier on all sides is a fire,
gun turn sent ,
At that moment , I lost a friend ,
charge of the grenade launcher and blast
and moan - is no more among us two ...

We took a leap , had to move away ,
all the wounded among us , and all are stunned ,
but reinforcements we kept high,
short-lived to be a fight , everything is coming to an end,
in an unequal battle of the friends I've lost ,
because the road to the rear of us have a traitor
but I do remember him in the night moaning
one of the first , he was struck on the spot , was slain on the spot ...

Serzhen -Yurt , where the birds do not sing,
in the woods with opavsheyu foliage
here everything is saturated with war ,
here at night was an unequal battle ...