Текст песни Юрий Кирсанов - Кабул далекий

Am F E7 Am
Kabul remote and barren steppe -
                                   F E7
These landscapes bored me to his neck .
Dm G7 C Am _
You many not wait sons \
Dm E7 Am & gt; 2 times
Native land , cry, weep with grief. _ /

They left , left you,
They pointed to the way the party :
Go and perform holy orders ,
Homeland easy to fall asleep .

Quiet sleep , mothers, fathers ,
Bride , wife, dear heart .
We keep holy the honor of his country,
We - the faithful thy sons , Russia !

And having met in their native land ,
Stepping into the circle of memories
Remember guys who did not return
Only a minute's silence .