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The third day people
The sky seemed offended at something ,
Third day pours and pours ,
And around - impassable mud ,
The third day there is no war -
Once we dreamed it yet ,
Third day, as the missing commandos
Not contacted

Somewhere
For leaden clouds -
Sky bottomless
The sun is shining bright,
And it is far from the war :
And in the mountains while away sleepless nights worrying :
Maybe waiting for help - and still live - boys ...

Unscrew the screws ,
Water showering dust goodbye
Cool car soared into the darkness ,
Leaving no trace ,
And with turntable blew up our pain ,
And despair settled in their hearts,
Somewhere near the word "trouble"

Knows weeping rain ,
And evil prickly sky ,
Then we waited
Flown away to search for guys
But here thirty minutes
As fuel ran out of fuel -
And it is clear that the more they
Not return back

We will live for three,
Do not forget about them,
Silently drinking in all growth
Third toast ...

We go over treacherously
Evergreen slopes
Where behind every bush
Hid toothless death
Grief over the soaked ground,
Over bandit hideout ,
Though we know that it is too late ,
And we do not have time ...

Wisps of clouds tore
Reliable strong blades
Echo sonorous peal fled
On the rocks ahead
And lost in the bottom
Black, Twisted , raging abyss
Where wet dull stones
waning helicopter

We circled in the hope
What miracle did happen ,
And that some of them
Still alive, and wag his hand to us :
But not so much as I would like us
Everything in life is obtained ,
Though cruel fate of the pilot -
We do not need another

Here such here in this time
Befallen story
Among the rocks , silent , unapproachable ,
Raked rocks :
Someone will say : " War is war " -
Well , of course, I do not argue :
Just let it be empty fact
Who untied her