Текст песни песни под гитару - В душа тоска, уюта нет

On motive 'Tops' Vysotsky
In my heart longing, no comfort
Train station in Stepanakert
The tent is dark and dirty
Under the boots wrinkled dirty \
And the small rain plays a waltz 2 times
Him we will never forget /
With me is a soldier
Tell me, what is he guilty
Why should he serve his sentence here your
Around him there is a war \
Oh, do not get used to it-crazy 2 times
After all, he has to trample Karabakh /
Who has not been here, who did not risked
Who has not experienced himself
Those of us probably will never understand
He understands only a mother, father and brother \
Drugan which was 2 times Afgan
So let's drink to those who have never come /
In my heart longing, no comfort
ZheDe Station, Stepanakert
The tent is dark and dirty
Under the boots wrinkled dirty \
And the small rain plays a waltz 2 times
Him we will never forget /