Текст песни Дмитрий Ляляев - Афганское Евангелие

I am going dusty Path
From distant places.
Afghan sun opalёnny
My sword and the cross.

They perished in the battle ill
Friends in the blood,
And forever my duty to God
And shuravi.

For those who fell on the battlefield
In the prime of life,
Pen, sharp as a razor,
Reeks poet

Russia worthless traitors,
The stench of lice
And on the swollen blood, folk
Thieves tongs.

In your throat gaping
Will join the poet
All crowded bowl
People's misfortunes.

Do not you just know the truth,
Good News,
What is impossible to Holy Russia
Completely lime.

I am going dusty Path
From distant places.
Afghan sun opalёnny
My sword and the cross.

Swords will not cease to shine
In the rays of dawn,
When the epic rise
Heroes ...