Текст песни Эхо Афгана - Я убит под Кандагаром

My grandfather was killed in the battle of Rzhev
In the year of heavy, forty-one.
He fought for the Fatherland,
He told her blood and gave life.
And I killed near Kandahar
In the battle in the village is very old,
Dushmanskoy bullet spot.
Fell and the more I did not get up.
For that was killed - I do not know
For that tears you, mother dear, -
Do not understand this to me.
I lie dead on the back.
Afghan life we ​​did not know
And here we are, really, do not wait.
Why we came to the country?
Why we started the war?
Why are we here in the people shot?
We have long served some ...
What kind of debt among deaths
Far from the homeland of his?
We shot - first in the back,
Then, in the face, tore mine.
In the war that was some sort of rock.
Vital death among roads.
And died there the soldiers,
For the death of them hung awards.
I loved his Russian,
Though to tell no longer able to ...
I told her was ready to give his life,
But here in Afghanistan die
I never intended to.
And here I am dead to stay here.
I know - sooner or later
In the womb of & quot; black tulip & quot;
My corpse to bring Russia
And burial betray.
And will the sky above me
Shine blue native,
Birches will be there to make noise,
And the songs of the birds will sing.
But the sky will not see
And the songs are no longer hear.
Gravestone will not let me
To see it again.
My grandfather was killed in the battle of Rzhev,
And in the thirty-five because he wanted to live.
I was here in Afghanistan killed.
I was only nineteen ...