Текст песни Виктор Верстаков - Горные посты в скалах Гиндукуша

Mountain posts in the rocks of the Hindu Kush ,
Long, like life, a strange war .
Bullets tore his chest , tearing the soul thoughts
And plucked off the first string in the night .

The line of trenches through Transnistria ,
Scary as in a dream , Dubossarskii ditch
Sour wine mixed with blood
From the broken lips who sang about love.

Raids under fire in the mountains of the Pamirs ,
Warriors of Islam with ribbons in the forehead ,
Over the six strings with bullet holes ,
Young guitarist in a zinc coffin.

Song additional dome on the snow Caucasus.
Let 's not us - it will remain alive .
We did not have to go home orders,
We do not sing the impossible: in front of Moscow.