Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Баллада об Афганце

He was sitting at a table on a hotel sofa
Pouring me vodka into a single whole glass
And suddenly asked why I did not sing about Afghanistan.
I answered him that I had not been there.

“Why haven't you been?” Um ... they didn’t call a concert,
well, and so, without a concert, who needs me there like that?
The young veteran smiled with a touch of sadness
Having lit a cigarette with his only right hand.

I sang songs to him, and he told me without any varnish
He told better books and movies about life and about death.
So for the first time I felt what an attack
And what does it mean to face death and not die.

And then he suffered so much that there was a danger
At large, we cannot live this difficult life with him.
Even though we had this one, how was it? - publicity,
But for Lenin and Gorbachev could put.

A young veteran was mortally wounded by his soul
And he carried a heavy burden under his heart.
He said goodbye and said: "It's good that you were not in Afghanistan."
Well, it seemed to me that I was there after all.