Текст песни Муромов Михаил - Спроси пустыню

Again the heat is under sixty
Sands tossed and hung.
You climb into an armored personnel carrier,
Like a blazing fire
Snatching out of the fire
Sixth day ammunition
And how many more - ask the desert ...
Six days ago, the battalion commander said:
"Intelligence saw the squad.
Cross the border straight
Probably briefly familiar
With oases on the way
And we have to find him.
And how many more - ask the desert ...
Turntables fly day and night.
They would like to help us,
But do you look down upon
Among the damned sand
Where they fled and lay down
A dozen of those that came closer.
And how many more - ask the desert ...
The flasks ran out of water.
Throw up the sky, it does not matter.
The trouble is that they hit from the villages,
And we are strangers in the sand.
There, the rich rule over all.
Spit on Kabul and power.
And how many more - ask the desert ...
Ask the desert ... Ask the desert ...
Six days in the sands searched for the shadow
The seventh was a lucky day.
Blew our faces finally
Not a dusty wind, but lead.
From a dune, from a crest, from a tubercle
Hit three dshk,
And how many more - ask the desert ...
Let the heat of seventy
Today is better than yesterday.
Two platoons moved around,
They are covered by a third platoon,
Fourth and fifth - on the screen.
Grenade launcher platoon on the slope
And how many more - ask the desert ...
Ask the desert ... Ask the desert ...
A minute or an hour has passed -
What difference does it make to us
When the conversation is over
And drag in an armored personnel carrier,
Intercepting the butt,
A machine gun fired at you.
And how many more - ask the desert ...