Текст песни Голубые Молнии - Полк 345-й

Was seventy-ninth
Military secrets hidden,
Polk three hundred and forty-five
In the martial deeds!

But the exploits can not hide,
And his hero - Guardsmen from landing,
Not for nothing was the glory ...

The night before the first battle:
This is not the parade, and in a violent attack
There has been a success.

Vostrotinskaya company,
It worked like clockwork
Generously gave to drink blood
Alien Afghan snow ...

They carried like a whirlwind years
Ambush and hiking,
Fire breathing War
Valley Charikar.
"Zelenka" stormed,
and perfume called
At the head landing curse
God's car ...

Last road
A little bit, just a little,
Will cover only the conclusion,
Closed down and go home.

In glory
Landing outpost
Standing on the Salang
Iron wall.

Veterans heirs
Gone are the latest
With the Afghan passes,
With blazing roads.

Afghan legend
And the pride of contingent
Polk three hundred forty-five,
He fulfilled his duty.

In verses I. Rossikhina