Текст песни Б.Бродяга.Б. - Я сам мусульманин, иду против мусульман...

Em Am
I am the son of Tatarstan, and so I grew up
D Em
In the village I was born and grew up in the village
Am Em
And I brought the postman agenda
D Em
I came to serve in the Afghan battalion

A mother goodbye to him called
Wear talisman around my neck gave
You will keep the mascot of trouble
Wear do not lose my son, horseman

And I suddenly got on war
Konanada thunders and the sky in smoke & lt; Nei
Perhaps here I slaughter Dushman
I myself am a Muslim go against Muslims

With infidels together went to war
Such as Muslims to kill himself
Why should all send troops to Afghanistan
Can not wait to war, the mother of a son

And unless we have little land and houses
Why do we need the Afghan mountains in the dust
Huge mighty Soviet Union
Our motherland I really am proud of

What for disassembly when our beat
Men do not groan and tears not pour
Forgive me of Mecca, I'm sorry about the Quran
For what I became a killing Muslims.

Once spooks went on the attack,
Green saw the flag I gave & lt; Nei
Allah is with us they shouted & lt; Nei
I prayed, O Allah help.

My friend from Kaluga on the rocks fell
Oh Mama, Mama whispered in blood,
My bullet from Tbilisi, he hugged & lt; Nei
And my gun began to sob like a jackal.

And then I do not remember woke up in captivity
I am the son of Tatarstan got on the war
I wanted to get up, but the pain was not able to
Flies funerals on my mother's doorstep

We were four Soviet soldiers
And here we are in captivity, but who is to blame
Blindfolded my true friends,
Dushman like lambs slaughtered people.

Do not pity me wrong he shouted hoarsely
And he led me Platz
Shirt on my body broke
And to put a bloody dagger throat

But suddenly he was speechless cruel Dushman,
On seeing my neck mascot
And little was heard Allah "- whispered
And he threw stones at the bloody dagger

Oh dear mother of my strong god
Thank you me, you helped me a lot
Forgive me Oh Mecca, forgive me the Koran,
For what I became a killing Muslims