Текст песни Афганистан - По дорогам крутым...

Am Dm
On the roads of steep, through a blizzard and fog
G E
ZIL overweight rolled, tearing gimbal.
And in the hands of the machine, distorted gate
Do not stay and the mountains, so pray for the motor.

Chorus:
Am Dm
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, Afghanistan.
G E
Letters from here rarely reach home.
Am Dm
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, Afghanistan.
G E
Moms waiting sons in the father's house mother.
Am
Afghanistan ...

A driver holding a steering wheel, so that the heart beats
In front of the pass, followed by basmachi.
Not to be outdone by its, until the day and light
Again, the bullet strikes the windshield.

Chorus.

And in one's own land, where flowers bloom
There's light and heat from the native land.
Wait for us girls, mother wipe her eyes
After all, we are still alive and go back.

Chorus.