The song is called "We're leaving ...". Music group of Afghan war veterans "Contingent".
My translation - certainly rough, but you can catch the meaning of
With the conquests one day the mountain peaks
We go on the charred steps on the ground,
Under aimed shots slander and lies,
We're leaving, leaving, leaving.
Farewell, mountains, you know best,
Who were we to the edge of the distant,
Let them not judge sided
We armchair scholar.
Goodbye, Afgan, the ghost world.
Not for what seems good remember you
But something sad combat commander:
We're leaving, leaving, leaving, leaving.
Farewell, mountains, you know best,
What is our pain and our glory.
How can you, the land Afganistan,
Atonement tears mothers?
A friend, an alcohol dose - divided into three.
So much us survived in the brave reconnaissance platoon ...
Even the wind behind us on the slopes faded:
We're leaving, leaving, leaving, leaving.
Farewell, mountains, you know best,
What price here paid,
What the enemy - not finished off,
What friends have left..
We come back here - no longer destined
A lot of us were killed in this long march,
And the works left unfinished, but ...
We're leaving, leaving, leaving, leaving.
Farewell, mountains, you know best,
What we had, what we give.
Our hopes and sorrows
How to get along among the people?
Our Biographies - only six lines
Popular scientists a recording
But does subservient to science - East?
We are moving away from the East, leaving, leaving.