Текст песни Игорь Морозов - Махтуба

The woman's name was Makhtuba,
Yes, not a woman - just a girl:
Like a reed thin and weak
You dragged me through the funnels
And then, tearing off the veil,
Bandaged burning wounds.
In a village called Anju
On the column road to Badakhshan.

Makhtuba! Like the wind sings on the rocks!
Makhtuba! I don't need three years in credit,
I would go to that attack again,
Only time does not move backwards.

I remember your flock of relatives
To the sky pulling swarthy hands,
You said one "shuravi"
And they staggered back in fright.
And then the field medical battalion
And doctors' weary faces,
I wheezed to them: "Where is my machine gun?" -
“It won't come in handy soon,
Don't be nervous, everything is with you!
There is some fairy from the garden
Brought to the checkpoint in the morning
Pistol, machine gun and grenades. "

Makhtuba! Like the wind sings on the rocks!
Makhtuba! I don't need three years in credit,
I would go to that attack again,
Only time does not move backwards.

That's it, I'm back home
War wounds healed
Only somehow connected with fate
That girl from Afghanistan.
I almost don't remember her eyes
What will you remember in the delusional fog?
Maybe someone else saved me?
Maybe he read it in an old novel?

Only the wind sings - Makhtuba!
And he calls somewhere - Makhtuba!
I would go to that attack again,
Only time does not move backwards.