Текст песни Александр Ларин - Храни меня, мой автомат

When nothing is no longer necessary:
No-money positions, no clout,
No delusions of love or friendship babble -
Preserve me, my rifle.

On the verge between and dark and light,
Where purple sunset,
In a foreign land amid minarets
Preserve me, my rifle.

In any rubbish in the heat and cold,
Under the explosions, screams, "Grad" and mate,
In the mud, blood and vomit puddles
Preserve me, my rifle.

And if life raced silly -
Mirage of titles and awards -
The latest in the field among the dead
Preserve me, my rifle.

Even if survival is useless,
And God's court will award Hell -
Die with me in the black depths
Preserve me, my rifle.