Текст песни Афганские песни Александр Розенбаум - Чёрный Тюльпан

In Afghanistan, the black tulip ,
C in a glass of vodka we silently sail above ground
Mournful bird across the border
To Russian ZARNITSA carries kids home.

In the black tulip those with jobs
They're coming home to the land of sweet lie .
In a perpetual vacation , torn to shreds ,
They never, never warm hug the shoulders.

When oases Dzhellalabada
Fell to the wing , our tulip fell.
We cursed all his work.
Pacha again led a company of loss

In Shindand , Kandahar and Bagram
Again, per capita put a heavy stone
Again carry home heroes
That in 20 years the grave digging
That in 20 years the grave digging

But we must get , it is necessary to gather
If you break down , then you can run and then
Mountains shoot Stinger soars
If you run into , the boys will die a second time

And we did not go the way home
Where there is no war , and all have been familiar
Where the corpses see once a year pilots
Where to not bring down helicopters clouds

And we go , from the wrath of his teeth
Dry vodka dampening lips
They come from Pakistan caravans
And, then, there is work for " Tulips"
And , then , there is a job for " Tulips"

In Afghanistan, the black tulip ,
C in a glass of vodka we silently sail above ground
Mournful bird across the border
To Russian ZARNITSA carries our brothers home.

When oases Dzhellalabada
Fell to the wing , our tulip fell.
We cursed all his work.
Again kid summed losses a company

In Shindand , Kandahar and Bagram
Again, per capita put a heavy stone
Again carry home heroes
That in 20 years the grave digging
Again carry home heroes
That in 20 years the grave digging