Текст песни Афганистан - По дорогам крутым, сквозь холодный туман

On steep roads through the cold mist
Pulling uphill ZILy tearing gimbal .
Machines in their hands, distort the bolt ,
Not used to stay in the mountains, so pray for the motor.

 Chorus:

Afghanistan , Afghanistan.
Rarely letters reach home here .
Afghanistan , Afghanistan.
Not one mother -old woman will fill with tears .
Afghanistan ...
 
A driver holding a steering wheel, only heart beats
Pass out in front , and behind him basmaches .
Not to be outdone by her , until the day and light
Only bullet flies into the windshield .
 
Chorus .
 
And in one's own land, so the flowers bloom
And the light and heat from their native land .
Wait for us girls , mother wipe your eyes
After all, we are still alive and will return back .

Chorus .