Текст песни Юрий Кукин - Солдат Киплинга

Again you, the road, the desire burned
I have neither God nor the devil, nor of his wife.
Alien was the West,
East - not my East
Behind the smell of flaming bridges.

Today, I see differently tomorrow than yesterday.
The victory, the price paid depends on the loss;
Thirteenth soldier die - and not give a damn!
I live do not know how, not what to kill.
Epaulettes to hang the remaining country
And to hell with charms - their names are erased!
And we're leaving early, entangled in debt,
With a smile, D'Artagnan,
The cowboy boots ...

And the mirage of the desert struck the spot,
Coming as on a quagmire, on someone's head;
Coming, as the old boy, aimlessly.
I'm not a liar, I Kipling soldiers.