Текст песни Афганистан - Белый танец

The flame of the candle lit up timidly
A close room in the center of the capital,
The girl put on a white dress,
And before the mirror she began to feel dizzy.
Waltzes are easy and transparent movements -
You also danced with him once ...
What now its reflection
You whisper, Ophelia of the eighties?

Chorus:
White dance, white dance ...

How is it? It's not fair!
Where are you, my Russian Afghan?
Your bride is waiting for you!
Come back, come back
From the charred border,
I can not in white waltz
With your misfortune to be dizzy!

The white dress whitened in vain ...
The paints blended in the burning valley:
Bandage dressing - white with red,
White with ash - the sun of the desert.
Tears of the bride in the widow's curse
Suddenly they turned so simple and scary:
"Be you cursed, white dresses -
White flags of hope yesterday! "

Chorus:
White dance, white dance ...

You, theorists of military affairs,
Let it not once be a dream:
The girl put on a white dress,
And in front of the mirror began to spin!
Hear, in the copper regiment orchestra
A harsh, violent flat broke in
The cry of the Russian bride,
Scary music of a white waltz?

Chorus:
White dance, white dance ...