Текст песни Виктор Верстаков - Краткий курс новейшей истории Афганистана

Certainly given Mahu
We are a dozen years ago
Calling Zahir Shaha
And "Highness", and "Brother".
We are a factory-dam
We give him coal,
Yes, we loved the cattle
Zahir-Shaha King.

Armed with teeth,
Drowned his charon
But in general - there were nice
With this very Zahir.
And, kissing with the gentlemen,
One who is now above all
Laid brick foundation
Under Kabul Polytech.

But history as a means
High bricks,
Where is Zahir, where is the kingdom?
Only Ilyich Stone.

The other era began.
There, of course, not here,
We welcome Premiere
By the surname Daud.
Assist immediately offered
And money and difficult
How to heal with a comrade
With this Maudom.

Just gave Mahu again,
This revolutionary
Turned out to be brother Shaha
And the FBI agent.
He was diverse and double,
And his own, like a sin,
Kissed the ladder personally
One who is now above all.

But the end of Judas came -
There, of course, not here,
There were tanks during Dauda,
No Dauda - there are tanks.

And although we are too early
They took the prince on the bayonets,
But we kiss, like brother,
Nura Moore Taraki.
True, friendly with Pakistan,
Books writes, certificates,
From the treasury, like a pocket,
Many hapked on children.

And party disorders
Nevatevo reconciled
Shot who do not need
Who should - did not shoot.

We were friends with him,
But prepared shelves,
But in general - there were nice
With Nurom Murom Taraki.
Dali ordered, gave loans,
And commanded through laughter:
"Vira, Nur, Mall!" or "lane"!
One who is now above all.

But, tricks the USSR,
Noura was one friend,
We welcome Premiere
According to the name Amin.

Strangled a scounded pillow
Cvovo Best Friend
And buried the carcass
The middle of the Afghan sand.

We, of course, telegram,
Like, Amin Hafizulla,
We do not know your drama
And you have your affairs.
But, according to the uzam friendship,
We can offer money
And military guns
So that you live to live.

In general, we lived well
And with amine to the end,
Shooting him with sigh
Sit down his palace.

Radio was immediately constructed
Like, Afghan Earth,
We did not forget about you
On Bubraca Karmaly!
True, he burgers burned
Parchamist and empties,
But ordained
Those who are currently above all.

Under reliably guard
Planted in the palace,
Where he sat eternally drunk
With an important Duma on the face.

Painted his king
By the name Bobrov,
The troops were sent to introduce
I was blocked in Afghans.

But another who was all above
In our own country
All as they say, came out
And in the Kremlin lay wall.

We were glad to
But thought slightly
Maybe without Leonid,
Don't you need a bubra here?
Long thought, however,
In all sides of Pala
For Bobrov, for the Bubra
For a barley - karmaly.

Yes, besides renovation
Started in native land
Then Andropov, then Chernenko,
That "stain" sits in the Kremlin.

We are for each of the infection
Here pile of firewood
Waiting for the order
He came. Goodbye beavers!

Without pillows and without bullet
Quietly made things.
Look - already sits in Kabul
Sobil Najibulla.

True, at the university
He studied for a doctor,
And people on white light
Often cut the sorry.
Heading the Hada authority
(This is their committee),
Who needs and not necessary -
All sent to the next world.

The rest is normal small.
We have been able to live with him
Yes, in the Kremlin "Spot" rebelled:
Goodbye, Nadzhib!

Revealed "Chekushki"
And "Afgashki" who had
In Hairatone or in a cushion
Updated not to do business.

In general, came from Afghan,
Once order stupid Dan,
They say why other countries
At home will be you Afghan.

And we live perfectly that you
We are again in the native country,
And the third of machine guns
On civil in war.

The democrats are having fun
President screaming "Hurray!".
And in my opinion, guys,
"Shash" them all time.