Текст песни Олег Янченко - Афганистан

Steep roads through the blizzard and fog
ZILs are rolling in the mountains, tearing up the gimbal.
Automatic in hand, distorted shutter
Kohl was wrong in the mountains, so pray for the motor.

Chorus:

Afghanistan, Afghanistan, Afghanistan.
Rarely letters from here come home.
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, Afghanistan.
Not one mother old woman will be flooded with tears.
Afghanistan...

Keep up with your own when the day is light
At night, a bullet fly through the windshield.
A chauffeur holds the steering wheel, heart beats loudly
Ahead pass, and after him basmachi.

Chorus:

Afghanistan, Afghanistan, Afghanistan.
Rarely letters from here come home.
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, Afghanistan.
Not one mother old woman will be flooded with tears.
Afghanistan...

Here stands the formation, the commander took off his helmet
At intervals are those who took the pass,
Who is in the blood, who is in tears, who is bullet in the face
On the eyes, on the temples with hot lead.

And in the native land, the flowers bloom,
There is warm and light, from the land of Russia,
Wait girls us mom dry your tears
We will go back, or we will be brought.

Chorus:

Here you go to watch over the shoulder machine
And then you will understand what is, soldier
Afghanistan...
Afghanistan...