Текст песни Буков - Авганистан

Am dm
I. On steep roads through cold fog
G e
Pulling into the mountains ZIL tearing cardan.
Automatic machines in hand, the shutter is distorted,
Do not stay in the mountains, so pray for the motor.

Chorus: Am Dm
Afghanistan, Afghanistan.
G e
Rarely do letters reach home from here.
Am dm
Afghanistan, Afghanistan.
G e
Not one old mother will flood with a tear.
Am
Afghanistan...

II. And the driver holds the wheel, only the heart beats
And in front of the pass, and after him the Basmachi.
Keep up with yours while the day is bright
Only a bullet flies into the windshield.

Chorus.

III. And in the native land, the gardens have bloomed
And light and warm from the birthplace.
Wait for the girls us, mom wipe your eyes
After all, we are still alive and will come back.