Афганистан - Афганистан
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And I dreamed about Afghan again yesterday,
Although many years have passed
I dreamed about my face in a foggy haze
My friends who are not nearby,
Three red rockets take off up,
And we again go nowhere,
We leave at night, leave until dawn,
Leaving only the impressive of the boot

Afghanistan, you are our pain and our bitterness,
You are our memory, that for years you will not erase,
Afghanistan - scorching heat and mountains,
And there death wanders along the paths along the paths

And now we are already at the ultimate goal,
Knocks in temples from the shaky silence,
The gates clicked, and the gorge started,
Rushing these mountains on the hind legs,
Bakes a red -hot stone bake,
And behind his back a scream suddenly exploded:
"Sasha, what's wrong with you? Are you wounded?"
No, Sasha is not wounded

And somewhere there, for thousands of kilometers
The mother, frozen at the window, does not sleep,
And for a reason she can’t sleep, probably
She smells everything - mother's soul,
Do not put them large obelisks,
But there will always be in memory
Those necrologues, mourning lists,
From the face, their smile