Текст песни Эхо Афгана - Мой дед погиб в бою под Ржевом

My grandfather was killed in the battle of Rzhev
In the year of heavy, forty-one.
He fought for the Fatherland,
It is her blood and life to.
And I killed near Kandahar
The battle in the village of very old,
Dushmanskoy bullet spot.
He fell and the more I did not get up.
What was killed - I do not know
For that you have tears, a mother -
Do not understand this to me.
I lay dead on his back.
we did not know the Afghan life
And here we are, really, was not expected.
Why we came to the country?
Why we went to war?
Why do people in, we shoot here?
We have a debt of some performed ...
What is the debt among the deaths,
Away from their motherland?
They shot us - first in the back,
Then in the face, tore mine.
In the war that was some kind of rock.
Vital's death among the roads.
And there died soldiers,
For them death hung awards.
I loved his Russia,
Though talk is no longer able ...
I was ready to give her life,
But here in Afghanistan die
I was never going to.
So I stayed here dead.
I know - sooner or later
In the womb of the "black tulip"
My corpse in Russia will bring
And burial betray.
And the sky is above me
Shine native blueness,
Birches will be there to make noise,
And the birds will sing songs.
But the sky did not see again
And songs are no longer hear.
Gravestone I will not give
To see it again.
My grandfather was killed in the battle of Rzhev,
And thirty-five because he wanted to live.
I was here in Afghanistan killed.
I was only nineteen ...