Текст песни Влад Исмагилов - Интернационализм

Once in Afghanistan
I saw Afghan
With a clear gaze, a thin village,
And he could not keep himself.
I did not have time to get scared -
He came up, kissed
And then, what happened, brothers!
I promised to marry!

We broke up, and in the morning
Near the headquarters, here's the business
That Afghan with local people,
Yes, her father-mullah
How I saw the commander:
- Dust, my dear, Shuravi,
Your fighter with my Zaira
The stamps were brought up at night,
To avoid shame,
Keep the good name,
Without making contention between us,
They would have to be buried.

I heard all this,
He ran to the political officer,
Talked about everything as it was
He promised to help me
To the mullah right right away
We went to talk
He is a captain right away
Behind the sleeve and - take away
Nodding at me with the head:
- Here he is, they say, the groom, kafir,
Our custom, respecting,
Allow me, commander?
He and his daughter are completely familiar
We need to play the wedding
And in the dowry - 3 caches
I promise to show.
There, de, stingers are stored,
Mortars, drugs,
Yes for this wealth
Golden is waiting for a star!

Zemolitz, barely sane,
Promises gives:
- Tomorrow we will play the wedding,
But the attached - forward!
And the mullah is with understanding
Yes, with a beltim in the eye:
- Here will be done circumcision,
I will take it to the caches right away!

That mullah was ripe fruit
This had his own calculation,
He heard about the conclusion, right
And he wanted to get into the Union.
Mujahideen will remember quickly
His help Shuravi -
So I decided to relax,
There, go there, find it.
A cunning, smart Muslim,
He knows ours, Dari, Farsi,
By clothes, so - dekhkanin,
By the mind - Firdousi.

I am with the word "circumcision"
The whole inside was cold
Zemolitz at the meeting
To the chief of staff flew.
Well - to the mullah, but everything is with recognition,
So and so, they say, it is to blame,
That any punishment
I am glad to accept from him.
Well - Giauar, screaming - wrong,
And the mullah to me:
- nonsense, obrezation, probably
Everything will correct everything without difficulty
Tomorrow is this sharp knife
The rite will accomplish everything,
Say, Allah will help
A new name is a marten.

- I am a baptized Komsomolets,
Candidate for the CPSU!
But the mullah is building a smile
Absolutely not Belmes.

Then the chief of staff announces:
- Our sergeant is ready for marriage,
The political officer blesses
Like, advice to you and love.
And me to my tent
Calls the commander
Pouring alcohol into a jar,
Take a snack.
Zemolitov Conversation with me
Spent thoroughly
Like, there have been no trophies for a long time,
And then the case failed.
You, sergeant, gave an oath
It is true to serve the homeland?
Serve now, detachment
We must get caches.
We cannot refuse them,
They are friends in the war.
We will cut, do what,
Devote the end of the country!

I read from TASS (a) reports,
Convincingly broadcast
I waved from a jar of vodka
And he gave his agreement.
After all, the sacred duty of a soldier
Protect socialism,
Eh, let me down, guys
Internationalism.

It happened, everything happened
The sergeant became faithful,
They got a wedding, got drunk,
There was a detachment on the ears.

The same night went
My entire platoon to the scout
Before the replacement and hid
I am in patrols among the mountains.
Our political officer with the group Kolka
Each caches printed.
There were so many trophies there!
For the eyes of the battalion.
Report and representation -
Operation in the offset,
For her implementation
The capture of the hero is waiting.
True, here is the star of the hero
I did not receive a political officer,
Only the banner, but - the second,
I didn’t wear offense,
Stinger has already been obtained
Yes Shahdjoye specialists,
So we got ahead of us
Well done with a star.

A month later I changed
And he left for the demobe to the union,
But I didn't meet Afghan
I am from the wedding of that poor.
So very original
The male instinct helped me
Your international
To the end to fulfill the duty.