Текст песни Олег Ширяев - Браток

Wait, please, don't come in!
Wait one more minute!
I know you fought too
I knew it from your eyes.

Brother, hello! Well how are you?
Afghan trail brought
You and me are here among the crowd today.
And let Afghanistan in the past
But the scars of our wounds are aching
And they do not allow to forget Afghan in any way.

You tasted blood and bitter sweat
When I walked along the paths to the pass.
You were languishing with thirst in the rays of fire,
He carried a friend out from under the shelling on his shoulders.
Chorus:

You trusted in God and a machine gun
When the platoon suffered losses in an unequal battle.
Since then, the memorial candle has not been extinguished
In your wounded soul, bacha.

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Remind Afghanistan of itself at night,
Once again, touching the pain of old wounds.
And you still can't fall asleep until morning
Afraid of drowning in your memories.