Текст песни Олег Никулин - Ранены мы в душу тобой, Афганистан

Find words such
To tell you about
How memory gnaws at the soul
At home, dear.
In the scorched expanses
On the Afghan side
We had dreams about home
And a peaceful being.

We missed terribly
To all my friends.
Waiting for letters with hope,
What are you writing to us!
Dreamed of asphalt
In their native yards,
About green trees
And peaceful squares.

And how nice it smells
Asphalt after the rain
And the measured murmur
Streams running into the distance.
A boat is sailing in the river -
Paper icebreaker,
Childhood floats with him
Over the blue sky.

And we all understood
That they grew up there.
Maybe they have grown old
In this war we are!
After all, in the war, guys,
Do you think about
What could be today
You go to the last battle.

And someone will count
The last step and sigh.
And you get a bullet
On a sigh into your belly.
That's why guys
We got old there:
We are wounded to the soul
By you, Afghanistan!