Текст песни Али-Баба и сорок разбойников - Старые раны

Allah loves in white turbans
All the peaks are in the mountains, but we have -
Old wounds.

The chieftain drinks, the chieftain eats,
He lives like a sultan, and with us
Old wounds.

People live, dance, sing,
They take care of their shelter, but with us -
Old wounds.

Get up in the morning, cut, kill,
Give everything to him, and to yourself -
Old wounds.

Sweet dreams, a world without war
I can see all the tired countries from here.
Who will forgive me? There is no way ...
I will never enter these old temples.

There are no families, no children
There is no roof of our own, we have
Old wounds.

Allah loves in white turbans
Honest people in cities, but here -
Old wounds.

Allah loves in white turbans
All the peaks are in the mountains, but we have -
Old wounds.