Текст песни Афганистан - По дорогам крутым, сквозь холодный туман

On the roads of steep , through the cold fog
Pull up the hill ZILy tearing gimbal .
Gun in his hand , distort the bolt ,
Do not stay in the b mountains, pray for the motor.

 Chorus:

Afghanistan , Afghanistan.
Rarely letters here reach home.
Afghanistan , Afghanistan.
Not one mother burst into tears -old woman .
Afghanistan ...
 
A driver holding a steering wheel, only heart beats
To the front of the pass , followed by basmachi .
Not to be outdone by her , until the day and light
Only the bullet flies through the windshield.
 
Chorus .
 
And in one's own land, so the flowers bloom
And the light and warmth of their native land .
Wait for us girls , mother wipe her eyes
After all, we are still alive and will come back .

Chorus .