Олег Сакмаров - Билат
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The detachment walked along the shore, for many days.
And found the road to paradise in a minefield.
The houris of Eden await the militia.
Red irrigation ditches run across the steppe.
A metal bird will frighten anyone.
Children's toys are aimed at the zenith.
Northern winds will blow like a storm.
"All is calm in Baghdad," the reports say.
Bilat, Bilat, not a step back.
Not everyone can go to Eden, Nusrat.
Nusrat, sing our detachment's praises.
Forward, forward, lead us, Farhad.
Bombs over the desert—a step in the struggle for peace.
Death flies under the banner—the chief brigadier.
But the fighting genies stand guard.
The dervishes will stage a new ghazawat.
The minarets' peaks point toward the nadir.
Comandante Marcos—the best commander.
The khaki-colored Nutcracker is preparing his ritual.
From Prague to Kashmir, McDonald's. Bilat is burning!