Текст песни Виктор Иванов - Афганский реквием

"Who is sick - step forward!"
The gloomy platoon froze in tension.
Just a grin in dull eyes
Will flash like longing in the sky.
The lieutenant waits in silence. The shutter is distorted.
The platoon commander looks straight.
There is a choice, only no way out
Castling the game into this delirium,
Where there is one role for all.
He is, of course, a wit
And not a weakling at all
But on a wild run through difficult mountains,
Like us, not used to boots.
Knew that we were valued at a nickel
And what's the matter - tobacco.
And as soon as the sunrise dawned,
Fell, tired of fighting, the platoon commander.
And on worn out broken legs
Shot through strong shoulders
Insane pain blossomed.
Every first one stayed at the rocks.
Every third hasn't fired yet
Not having time to go into debt,
Was forced to give already.
Showered with ashes of the soul.
The world is drowning under the tears of a baby.
They say that the Motherland
The soldiers will not tire of waiting.
I would have believed if she
It would not have been sinful before them.
Wouldn't be blind from evil
And this would not be a secret war.
If only, if, if ...