Текст песни Буднева Надежда - Афган

Afghanistan
 
 
 
Somewhere in the dark of night, tearing the silence,
 Thundered a wild cry of wounded souls.
 This moaning soldiers, cursing the war,
 The one that dreams in sleep pink sea of ​​puddles.
   
 They remember the days when a number in the dark
 Death decimated the ranks of the very best of friends.
 Those days are printed on shirts
 Orders and medals of all ranks.
   

chorus

So let w Remember the dead good
 Taking off his cap before his live
 They carried out their military duty
 And we saw the death of the young

 But as they were, the soldiers-heroes?
 Eighteen godkov yes a dozen of days.
 They met death on a deserted road,
 On deserted roads of Afghan hills.
   
 But the one who live, who returned home
 Those who saw human contempt
 And beloved girlfriend became a stranger
 And the village of his childhood is not native
   

chorus

So let's Well, remember, dead good
 Taking off his cap before his live
 They carried out their military duty
 And we saw the death of the young