Текст песни Кирсанов Юрий Афган 1980-1981 - Бой затих у взорванного моста

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The battle subsided in blown bridge.
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The silence melted away in the darkness.
Am Dm
Deputy at D impatient facilities
G C
Dying on the damp ground.
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Hot, non-Russian weather \
GC \
Freezes on his lips. \ 2
Am Dm / times
Stars step-sky /
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Freezes in his blue eyes. /

Die he did not believe in fairy tales.
Clenching his hands broken gun.
And to his loincloth
The enemy mercenary approach.
Suitable, she looks surprised. \
Vskinet gun, his eyes narrowed. \
He will say: & quot; I ate a lot of pale,
Russian'll eat for the first time & quot; /

And in Russia, flowered buckwheat,
There's not a haunting wild Papuan.
There is a Russian city of Balashikha,
Is there a restaurant & quot; bullseye & quot ;.
On Saturdays and Sundays \
People in the crowd rushing to the restaurant. \
Among them are holding alignment, /
Guys with amazing destiny. /

Get to know them on a short hairstyle,
By berets type & quot; & quot ;. Balaton
Their local boys in the neighborhood
Called & quot; spy uncle & quot ;.
If somewhere in the distant thunder clap, \
They fly away into the unknown. \
Let them become an eternal monument
Checkpoint near the & quot; & quot ;. Dorn