Михаил Муромов - Спроси пустыню
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Again, heat under sixty.
Sands shot up and hang ...
And you climb into the armored personnel carrier,
Like a blazing fire,
Taking out of the fire
The ammunition of the sixth day.
And how many more of them -
Ask the desert ...

The battalion commander said six days ago:
Intelligence saw a detachment,
Rushing from the border straight -
Probably briefly familiar
With oases on the way.
And we must find him!
And how many more of them -
Ask the desert ...

Wakes are buzzing day and night.
They would like to help us
But if you see down
Among the damned sand
Where they scattered and lay down
A dozen those that were closer?
And how many more of them -
Ask the desert ...

Water ended in flasks -
They will throw the sky, it doesn’t matter!
The trouble that beat from the villages -
They are alien among the sands.
There, the rich rule the elasticity -
They spit on Kabul and Power!
And how many more of them -
Ask the desert ...

For six days in the sands they looked for a shadow.
The seventh luck has fallen -the day fell -
I blew on our faces at last
Not a dusty wind, but lead!

From a dunes, from a crest, from a hillock
Three DSHK hit,
And how many more of them -
Ask the desert!
Let the seventy heat
Today is better than yesterday --
Two plates are traveled bypassing
They are covered by a third platoon,
The fourth with the fifth on the barrier,
A grenade -made platoon on the slope,
And how many more of them -
Ask the desert!

A minute or an hour has passed -
What is the difference for us
When the conversation is over
And you drag it to the armored personnel carrier,
Having intercepted for the butt,
A firing machine gun at you ...
And how many more of them -
Ask the desert ...