Текст песни Юрий Слатов - 27 апреля

In the mountains near Peshawar, Pakistan,
Deciding to wash the shame of captivity in blood,
During the night a group of prisoners rose in rebellion,
To at least a day to live free.

We have not broken the slave pad
Even machines have not taken.
Cowardly enemies of all direct fire
Pakistani cannon shot.

And let us a little, but no one broke,
Though vents death stare us in the face.
Soviet soldiers - that means,
That even the dead we will not win.

We Homeland distant star shining
And catches the eye of the call of the light.
We will not deviate for anything else
And the faint-hearted among us there.

We have not broken the slave pad
Even machines have not taken.
Cowardly enemies of all direct fire
Pakistani cannon shot.