"We are on invisible fronts ..." Author: Sergey Tsyba.
We on invisible fronts have long forgotten about peace,
We are not in the newspapers and our name is the call sign
And the nonsense of words on the air is heard our exchange
and people know only one thing that is a mystery - the number "seven"
In the heat and cold, wind, heat and rain
You are walking along the avenues after the object,
Hoping only for luck, on reception and transmission
You know - if you lose - you will not find!
The tire tread went into the asphalt, and the arrow again ran into a cut
But we don’t have cool cars and there is always little time
And in the inquiries we write again that it would be nice for us to change
Our old VAZ two times zero five (2105) on a six hundredth Mercedes
In the heat and cold, wind, heat and rain
You are walking along the avenues after the object,
Hoping only for luck, on reception and transmission
You know - if you lose - you will not find!
Wife with children again spend the sunset without you
But there is a task and an order, such a fate
And in the morning again the briefing and description will take
And the crew leaves - again work, there is an object
In the heat and cold, wind, heat and rain
You are walking along the avenues after the object,
Hoping only for luck, on reception and transmission
You know - if you lose - you will not find!
Happy holiday, gentlemen, naval commanders!