Текст песни Московская ДШМГ - По Афгану мы кочуем

As we Afghani roaming,
Without looking at the weather.
We spend the night in tents
And suhpaya eat.
Helipads -
For people like you and me.
Mom and Dad - the commanders,
Platoon - one of my family.

Chorus:
As a roving performers,
We are on the road every day,
And a tent in the heat and mud -
This is our familiar home.
Arrived, the load on the shoulders,
We pull into the mountains, barely breathing,
We are ordinary guys
From Moscow DS.

Never leave
We shovel and pickax.
Satchel, a sleeping bag over his shoulder,
The machine as a brother.
Arrived, departed,
In the summer, fall, winter.
If only the sky was clear
Above the native land.