Волшебная тетрадь - Афганский блюз
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At night the platoon went on a mission
And the young lieutenant
Writing a goodbye letter
He led us, holding the machine gun tightly
We left in a chain for the mountains
And the path disappeared behind us
Hey!Stop talking!
Dad is with us!Dad is with us!

The lieutenant walked and thought
That his wife is waiting at home
But where is she now?
Alone, or maybe not alone

And he also thought that maybe
If the platoon discovers dushmans
If God or the devil helps us
Then they will assign a captain by spring
That he has already served for three years
That the wife may not be faithful...
What damn bad weather...
To hell with this whole war!

That a rumor passed among the sand
Passed it for the umpteenth time already
Like, an order came out somewhere
And soon the troops will withdraw

And as always, at that moment when you didn’t expect
The road was blocked by a detachment of Dushman
And seven soldiers fell in an unequal battle
Only the lieutenant survived
All ammunition has long been exhausted
It's hard to fight with one grenade
Look, bastards, now is the last time
How can only a Russian die!

But the bullet suddenly pierced the chest
Death gives a momentary reprieve
Eh, no luck, no luck!
What was never returned

He was dying and saw stars in the sky
So close, it’s as if in the face
Now it’s all late, he thought, it’s all late...
Now it's a long time until the end
And he saw only the stars, only the stars...
And my native house on the Volga bank...
No!It's never too late to take a grenade!
Take a grenade... And pull the pin!