Текст песни Игорь Морозов - Махтуба

Called a woman Tu Makhtuba,
Yes, not a woman - just a girl:
Like Costbar Think and Lack,
You dragged me for funnels,
And then, breaking the steamed,
Bandaged burning wounds.
In the village under the name Anju
On the column path to Badakhshan.

Makhtuba! Like the wind sings on the rocks!
Makhtuba! I do not need three years in the offset,
I would go to that attack again
Only time is not moving.

I remember the parents of your pack,
To the sky pulling dark hands,
You said one "shy",
And they recoiled in fright.
And then Field Medsanbat
And doctors tired of faces
I hoisted them: "Where is my automatic?" -
"He will not soon come in handy now,
Do not be nervous, all with you!
There is some kind of fairy from the garden
Brought in the morning to the checkpoint
Pistol, automatic and grenades. "

Makhtuba! Like the wind sings on the rocks!
Makhtuba! I do not need three years in the offset,
I would go to that attack again
Only time is not moving.

That's all, I returned home,
Military wounds were dragged
Just somehow contacted fate
Ta Girl from Afghanistan.
I do not remember almost her eyes,
What do you remember in the nonsense fog?
Maybe someone else saved me?
Maybe read in the old novel?

Only the wind sings - Makhtuba!
And somewhere calling - Makhtuba!
I would go to that attack again
Only time is not moving.