Текст песни Афганистан - как под бронёй парни заживо сгорают

We all passed the recruitment office and were shorn
farewell glance beloved mother everyone remembers
all so long ago, and on the way the sun scorched
stubborn as usual crawling up the column
and dreamed of by many as the shot glass machines
as under armor boys burned alive
and as a gasoline puddle in punched tires
guys fall for ever dying

you see the bullet pierced my body armor
so many guys here is how a young age
Mom Mom just does not saved himself
bullet that flies at me, I did not see

expensive motor roars up on the pass smoke
and on roadsides burnt skeletons
here is one in three young
when they click the trigger, taking aim at his helmet
and then spray the glass, and again someone pain
and again bloody markings on the road
Here you can often see death
such as we are with you
men whose souls have gone on forever upward to God

you see the bullet pierced my body armor
so many guys here is how a young age
Mom Mom just does not saved himself
bullet that flies at me, I did not see