Песни про афганистан - Кукушка
текст песни

Often I dream of my home,
The forest dreams of something about her
Gray cuckoo behind the river,
How much to live is I thinks to me

I pressed affectionately to the flower
The stalk of the lobby is crushed,
And the lazy: ku-ku;
Measuring the lives of my date.

I dream of a edge of flowers
In children's dreams, a forgotten edge
80.90,100,
Something you are generous with a cuckoo ...

I am longing for my native country,
On her dawn and sunsets,
On Afghan scorched land,
Russian soldiers are sleeping anxiously.

They spend their strength without stingy
They are familiar with cold and fatigue,
They do not spend their strength in reserve,
Tell me how much do they have left?

So you are a cuckoo, do not rush
I can give me someone else's share of someone
The soldier has eternity ahead
You do not confuse her with old age.