Текст песни И.Коваль - Мы идем по Африке...

Dust or volunteer & quot; missing & quot ;.
  As Rudyard Kipling poems
  Translations A. Onoshkovich-Yatsyna and Simonov

  muses. I.Koval

 Am G Am
Day and night, day and night - we go on Africa
Am G Am
Day and night, day and night - all for the same Africa.
Am G Am
(Dust, dust, dust, dust from walking boots!
Am G Am
Dust, dust, dust, dust, dust, dust - God knows!)

         Am G
        No matter the world God has created for us.
         F E7
        Those who passed through the hell soldier
        Am G
        And volunteer & quot; missing & quot; gone -
        F E7
        Do not worry, do not come back!

For-us-all nonsense - hunger, thirst, a long way,
No-no-no-no - worse than usual one -
(Dust, dust, dust, dust from walking boots!
Dust, dust, dust, dust, dust, dust - God knows!)

        Newspapers lied to you in broad daylight,
        What have we lost the death of the brave.
        Obituaries in the newspapers - the chatter!
        We should know better at the end - all.

Come on, come on, come on, come on - see what's ahead.
(Dust, dust, dust, dust from walking boots!)
Account Account Account Account - lead bullets in the sash,
(Dust, dust, dust, dust, dust, dust - God knows!)

        Doctors have come after the crows,
        When not tell where his mouth where his nose,
        Only the form of torn my
        They can make me denunciation.
        But I'll make it silent ...
        Then shovel earth zaskrebut,
        And somewhere in life, you can start again,
        When you bury in absentia.

You-you-you-you - try to think about something else,
God-forbid, my strength - mad with not quite!
(Dust, dust, dust, dust from walking boots!
Dust, dust, dust, dust, dust, dust - God knows!)

        We'll be in the jungle waiting until dark -
        While on a roll confirm
        What are we - killed, it was to be - clean;
        Then go aimlessly.

Eight-six-twelve-five - twenty miles this time
Three-twelve-twenty-two - eighteen miles yesterday.
(Dust, dust, dust, dust from walking boots!
All-all-all-all of it will go crazy!)

        Once again we will be able to love the girls,
        The graves of our overgrown grass,
        And the funeral march, so be it,
        Our mortal sin to cover the head.

Day-all-we-here - and not too hard,
But little-lay-darkness - again only heels.
(Dust, dust, dust, dust from walking boots!
Dust, dust, dust, dust, dust, dust - God knows!)

        The reasons for desertion easily
        Understand the soldiers - for us they are honest.
        And as for your opinions, gentlemen -
        We are your views really do not need.

I-went-through-hell for six weeks, and I swear -
There's a no-no, darkness - no braziers, nor devils.
(Only the dust, dust, dust from walking boots!
Dust, dust, dust, dust, dust, dust - God knows!)

Day and night, day and night - we go on Africa
Day and night, day and night - all for the same Africa.
(Dust, dust, dust, dust from walking boots!
Dust, dust, dust, dust, dust, dust - dust ...! ...)