Текст песни Восстановительная Сила - Про афганистан

I remember the rails in midnight converged,
And I flew transit in trains.
I remember how I had a hand of the bastards,
How silence for conscience, not for fear.

I remember how my freedom measured
Five steps of the room empty;
I remember how to tears, I believed to pain
That the door will open and come after me.

I remember everything that I stand out where I survived,
And where I did not get on my knees,
I remember everyone who shamefully ridiculed,
And how tired of humiliations!

I remember the plane, Kabul, and so on,
Afghan wind, "tracers" in the night
And as today I put a lot
On the hemispberry candle.