Текст песни Михаил Круг - Про Афганистан

And I do not want a long look
On this strange horizon ...
Scorching sun set behind the mosque
In Russia left Kobzon .

He sang to us Vysotsky and corrected
Then doused his wig,
And we sang ... When you fall
From the rocks - I cried , man.

How rarely such a watch ,
When the bullet does not hit song ,
The wounds do not have time for them to cool -
And again in the evening for a hike.

And I began to cry after the fight , I could not,
And hands were shaking a light ...
I saw ( Vitskina ) in a zinc coffin
Carried bury the remains ...

And there at the fork trodden grass
And it - Insert the anthill ...
Kolyuha - countryman , lush head,
Dushmans modeled as a raven .

But stupid bullet pierced his temple -
And nodded Kolka ...
A mother requested because " Nikolka , son!
Say that you come back alive! .. "

In Afghanistan today, the good news :
Order came - home soon !
But my heart will remain mentally here
And pleasure is not that lively.

I come from Tver in Afghan fields -
Here at home , warm and light ...
And only the familiar door open -
I say: " Mom, you're in luck ..