Текст песни А. Сухановский - В том саду при Долине

Afghan In the garden of the Valley
Zvonko nightingale sang.
I - a kid in a foreign land
Forgotten by people.
Forgetting pozabroshen
With the song of peace Godin.
From birth-windows
There were soldiers Valleys.
There luck soldier
As the supply of biscuits.
Live to see the sunset -
It will be a chance to grow old.
Death - a usual thing:
You, or maybe you.
No one is spared
Death Valley going.
Forty first sight -
"Happiness," a great deal:
Rove shadows in the Valley
Neskhoronennyh mouth.
They are not considered fallen
Missing without a trace.
They became prophecy
And the fate of that song.
In the garden of the Valley
Loudly singing nightingale.
A boy in a foreign land
Forgotten by people.
Forgetting pozabroshen
The song took into circulation,
By Afgan unbidden
The grandson of a soldier wanders.