Текст песни Афганистан - Ордена как у нас на базаре ни встретишь, ни купишь

Am Dm
Me one old woman
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At the station poohat said:
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& Quot; It's a shame my son,
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His life begins with deception.
Dm
Somewhere Order bought
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Pinned and pohvalishsya people
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Himself so young -
Em Am
Yes, just a gram of conscience will not.

All such tanned -
It can be seen from a holiday with hot south,
There on daddy's money
Walking, fun thoughtlessly.
You do not take off your shame
Do not disgrace frontal gray hair,
What do you know my son
On War - nothing at all cute. & Quot;

What answer hoary old woman,
Do not hurt to old age.
A word of excuses not climb,
Be as it were a burden.
Order only the hand closed,
That offense is not dirty,
And suddenly remembered the Afghan skies,
Our skies clear.

I could tell that the old woman
How cried mountains
As the snow suddenly blushed
From the bright mountain ash blood.
And how fast the river
Drowned the cries of the past.
And as the sky tossed
On the ground last Migi.

And tell
As grief bursts into apartments,
How insane mother
Could not tear away from the graves. _
And then you will understand the old woman |
And I do not condemn. \ 2
Order as we / times
At the market or meet or kupish_ |