Текст песни Голубые береты - А вчера не стало Глеба

Black mask hiding his face ,
But does not hide the eyes.
Finger on the trigger , who knows,
God or the devil for us ...
Point on the map , the roar of aircraft ,
Other farewell glance .
Who knows , God or the devil ,
Who will return back ...

And yesterday was Gleb
Night left and never returned.
On a glass cake bread
The commander of the table bent ...
He died and did not die,
He left and somewhere nearby ,
We salute his stellar
Accompanied whole detachment ...

And yesterday was Gleb
Night left and never returned.
On a glass cake bread
The commander of the table bent ...
He died and did not die,
He left and somewhere nearby ,
We salute his stellar
Accompanied whole detachment ...

Again the danger of frost on the back,
Death heavy eyes .
Again rise against us in the world
Black robbery and terror ...
Point on the map , the roar of aircraft ,
House not sleeping wife .
Suppose she never learns
Word as a bullet - a widow ...

And yesterday was Gleb
Night left and never returned.
On a glass cake bread
The commander of the table bent ...
He died and did not die,
He left and somewhere nearby ,
We salute his stellar
Accompanied whole detachment ...

He died and did not die,
He left and somewhere nearby ,
We salute his stellar
Accompanied whole detachment ...