Текст песни А.Розенбаум - Черный тюльпан

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In Afghanistan, in the "black tulip",
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With vodka in a glass, we silently swim above the ground.
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Sorrowful bird across the border
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To the Russian lightning boys carries the kids home.
In the "black tulip" those who have tasks
They are going home to lie sweet in the ground -
On vacation indefinite, torn to shreds,
They never, never hug warm shoulders.
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When to the oases of Jalalabad
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Having fallen on the wing, our "tulip" fell,
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We cursed all our work,
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Again, the “bacha” failed with a loss to the company.
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In Shindand, in Kandahar and Bagram
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Again put a heavy stone on your soul
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To bring the heroes home again
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Which at twenty years old they dig graves
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Which at twenty years of age they dig graves.

But you have to get there, you have to pack up
If you break, then you can run into here,
mountains shoot, "stinger" takes off.
If you run into, the guys will die a second time.

And we go completely different from home
Where there is no war and everything is familiar for a long time,
Where pilots see corpses once a year,
where helicopters are not falling from the clouds.
And we go with anger gritted teeth
Dry vodka wetting lips.
Go from Pakistan caravans
So there is work for the "tulip",
And that means there is work for the "tulip".