Текст песни Юрий Слатов - Вот уже и письма перестал писать

That's already stopped writing letters,
For face and I began to forget.
Southern black sky, desert mirage
Whether I had a dream, or profit.

Disappear remember the days of the calendar,
I remember hiking difficulty.
Salty taste of sweat, blood red
Whether that was all, or not.

But a newspaper article vskolyhnёt memory,
Puts chest titles soul tear.
Again, cold and anxious heart beats
On the ground, the Afghan battle goes again.

And I'm choking dust hot
Below I melted gray earth.
A friend stumbled falls struck by a bullet
He does not see the mother does not see the house.

Like a photograph of the face of friends
Dawit conscience memory of his memory.
And around the Russian lovely meadows,
And for them, the Afghan rigid land

For no one to write the letter and
For face and I began to forget
Southern black sky, desert mirage
Whether I had a dream, whether profit