Текст песни Буднева Надежда - Афган

Afghanistan



Somewhere in the dark night, breaking the silence,
A wild cry of wounded souls thundered.
It is the soldiers who are groaning, cursing that war,
The one that dreams of a sea of ​​pink puddles in a dream.

They remember the days when near in the dark
Death cut the ranks of the best friends.
These days are stamped on my tunics
Orders, medals of all degrees.


chorus

So let's remember the dead with good
Let's take off our hats in front of the living
They were doing their military duty
And saw death young

Well, how old were they, those hero soldiers?
Eighteen years and a dozen days.
They met death on deserted roads,
On the deserted roads of the Afghan hills.

Well, whoever is alive, who has returned home
Who saw human contempt
And the beloved friend became a stranger
And the village of his childhood is no longer native


chorus

So let's remember the good deceased
Let's take off our hats in front of the living
They were doing their military duty
And saw death young