Текст песни Армейские песни - Афганистан

On the roads of steep,
Through Sand and Fog
Tearing up the mountain ZIL,
Cardan tears.

Machine guns,
Distort the gate,
If there is no power,
So pray to the motor.

Afghanistan - 3 times.
Letters rarely come home from here.
Afghanistan - 3 times.
Not one mother - the old woman burst into tears.
Afghanistan - 2 times.

A driver holding a steering wheel,
Only the heart beats.
In front of the pass,
Behind him basmachi.

Not to be outdone by his,
Until the day and light,
At night, the bullets fly
In the windshield.

And in the distant land,
Where blossomed gardens,
Where heat and light
From the home side,

Wait, girl, we,
Mother, dry your eyes -
We're still alive,
And go back!

And when you get up in a row,
Behind the machine,
And then you realize,
What soldiers.

With good reason you go
Fighting in the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan,
To my mother-old woman
Slept