Текст песни Михаил Круг - Про Афганистан

And I do not want to look a long time
In this strange horizon ...
Scorching sun set behind the mosque,
The Russian left Kobzon.

He sang us Vysotsky and corrected
His then bathed in a wig,
We sang along ... When you fall
With rocks - I cried, man.

How rarely such a watch,
When the bullet does not hit song,
But the wounds of them do not have time to cool down -
And in the evening again in the campaign.

And I began to cry after the fight, could not,
And his hands were shaking a light ...
I saw (Vitskina) in a zinc coffin
Remains carried bury ...

And there at the fork flattened grass
And it - anthill cartridge ...
Kolyuha-countryman, lush head
Dushmans modeled, as a raven.

But stupid bullet pierced his temple -
And Kolya nodded ...
A mother in fact asked: & quot; Nikolka, son!
Say what you get back alive! .. & Quot;

In Afghanistan today is good news:
The order came - soon to go home!
But my heart will remain mentally here
And there is no joy that is alive.

I'll come to Tver from the Afghan fields -
Here at home, warm and bright ...
And only the familiar open door -
I will say: & quot; Mom, you're lucky ..