Текст песни А.Розенбаум - Караван

In Afghanistan, in black tulip,
C vodka in a glass We silently float over the ground
Terrible Bird across the border
Our brothers are carrying Russian boards.

In the black tulip, those who are with the set
They go to their homeland a cute in the ground to go.
On vacation permanent, torn in shreds,
And never, never hug a warm shoulder.

When in Oasis Jellalabad
Falling on the wing, our tulip fell.
We cursed all our work.
Again the kid led the loss of the company
In Shindande, Kandahar and Bagram
Putting a heavy stone
Again to take the homeland of heroes
Which in 20 years the graves
Which in 20 years the graves

But you need to go up, you need to get together
If you break, you can run away here
Bullets fly, stinger takes off
If you break, the guys will die for the second time

And we go at all like at home
Where everything for us long ago is familiar
Where the corpses see the pilots once a year,
Where the helicopters do not roll from the clouds
And we go, from anger sick teeth
Dry vodka wetting lips
Go from Pakistan caravans
And, it means there is a job for the "tulip"
And, it means there is a job for the "tulip"