Текст песни я в сирии - здесь в нас стреляют,здесь как и прежде идет война

Am E (E7)
Again alarm again we enter the battle at night
Dm Am
When will demobilization I see my mother and my own home
A7 Dm
When I forget how houses are burning in flames
Am E7 Am
Here they shoot at us here, the war is still going on

Shooting again beyond the pass in a remote gorge
And the three guys were left as stupid death
Maybe tomorrow the same will take into account waiting for me
Here they shoot at us here, the war is still going on

And tomorrow morning they will find three corpses among the stones
People will be silent, considering death to be their fault
And everyone will understand that trouble came tonight
Here everyone is shooting here, the war is still going on

My hand shoots people like targets
People would forget about these wars for all ages
And here we are again walking the deserted path to the mountains
Here they shoot at us here, the war is still going on

The sand is scorching by the Syrian sun at fifty
And trickles of sweat burn out the eyes of the guys
The flask is broken, half a sip of water is left
Here they shoot at us here, the war is still going on

Again anxiety and on alarm we all get up
And taking the machine gun, we sit down silently in the helicopter
In the dawn hour when the earth was still sleeping
Bad will brought us to Afghanistan

Service alarm, night alarm, heat alarm
And then the guys are not for exercises, but straight into battle
Faces have wrinkles beyond their years
Here they shoot at us here, the war is still going on

Afghanistan damn quiet mountain land
The order is simple: go ahead and die
But how can it be, because the dawn of spring is above the ground
Our hearts are full of longing and bitterness

A machine gun rumbles somewhere in Afghanistan
A platoon of boys died in Afghanistan yesterday
And the commander fell to the ground with lead in a pile,
Mother Russia for the last time he whispered

My friend fell, his face is beautiful in blood
He was dying far from the home of his native land
Looking at someone else's skies for the last time
Damn you land of Afghanistan

And who went through fire and through death
Came home he was greeted by his mother father
And he remembered about friends who did not return
Why did my friend die, and not me?

The one who was young has grown old in a week
The father sighed when he looked at his son
He is still the same, but with gray hair on his temples
Bitterness and pain in big ones like him ...

Almost two years in Afghanistan and now in the spring
My demobilization will come, I will see my mother and my own home
From happiness to my drunk girl I will look into the eyes
There is no shooting here, but there is still a war going on

Let's people pour glasses for those guys
Who gave his life for the happiness of others
Who will not see his own mother behind the zinc coffin
For those who have now got to lie in the ground

Again anxiety, again we enter the battle at night
When will demobilization I see my mother and my own home
When I forget how houses are burning in flames
Here they shoot at us here, the war is still going on