Текст песни Александр Минаев - Где-то за Салангом

There are no stars in the southern sky
But it is just like at home.
And one is so familiar to me
It’s like giving news from childhood
There are no stars in the southern sky.
And attracts space around
In the white snow and mountains
But Afghan open spaces
They remind me of something else:

Chorus:
About my comrades
Fighting places, regimental outposts,
Remote posts.
Fuel smelling serpentine,
And about the ubiquitous commander.
Fuel smelling serpentine.
And about the ubiquitous commander.

Somewhere outside Salang, the door
And the highway leads to the doorstep
But how far the road is
After years of heat and loss,
Somewhere outside Salang, the door.
On the roads of the stars do not count
Saluting the stars holy
Do not hide the tears, guys.
This is our pain and our honor.

Chorus.