Текст песни Дольский - Солдат Киплинга

Again you, dear, burned desires,
and I have no god, no devil, no wife.
The West remained a stranger

East is not my East,
And behind the back is the smell of burning bridges.

Today I see tomorrow differently than yesterday
Victory, like reckoning, depends on losses,
I will die as the thirteenth soldier - and do not care!
I don’t know how to live, let alone kill.
Will hang epaulettes for the rest of the country,
And to hell with amulets - their names are erased!
And we leave early, entangled in debt,
With the smile of d'Artagnan,

In cowboy boots ...

And smitten on the spot by the mirage of the desert,
I walk, as if in a quagmire, over someone's heads,
I walk like a drunk boy, wherever my eyes look.
I am not a deceiver at all, I am a Kipling soldier.