Текст песни Владислав Исмагилов - Скоро домой...

Soon I will return home to Russia,
I will hear the singing of native nightingales,
I'll lie down in the grass and look at the blue sky
I will fill my soul with Russian silence.

I will fill my soul and - again to heaven,
Where the clouds float like frigates
I remember then where, as if, I was not,
Those who did not come from there and what their names are.

It's good here, so calm and quiet,
Reactive roar does not tear the membranes,
As if it wasn't, ..
No, I was, don't forget me
Scorching sands and "scorching" "brilliant green".

I don't want to remember explosions and deaths,
Guys whisper: "Write, alive and well ..."
Gods, I pray you, stop the war.
The gods don't hear. To hell with all the gods.

Kandahar-87.