Lyrics А. Розенбаум - На перевале дождь

On the pass it is raining, Behind it the howling of the mullah is not heard. Thin sky and thin frontline sheep. It's raining on the pass, And the mortar barrels are cooling, And there is time, and there is time, and there is time to drop you a couple of lines, dear ones. It will pour all night - We have here, Mom, the rainy season has begun, And there is no connection, and the radio operator has a mat comes from the heart. It's raining on the pass, And we would have to throw off the "two-hundredth" load as soon as possible And quickly, and quickly, and quickly sew up the torn ankle boots. Will soon run out of tobacco - We would have dry leaves, Glorious would come out of the pipe From a newspaper article. But the downpour, the endless downpour ... And soon morning, and we must go. It's raining on the pass, And he is for snipers to help and luck. The fighters are relaxed - not everything is for the benefit that is flooded for warming. It's raining on the pass. And he sees the suit of our cards in sight, And who walked, and who walked, and who walked forward, will simply go to the left. Will soon run out of tobacco - We would have dry leaves, Glorious would come out of the pipe From a newspaper article. But the downpour, the endless downpour ... And soon morning, and we must go. It rains on the pass, Places of mushrooms here, walk with a basket. There are copses, like we have at Staraya Dacha. I've been on the armor for seven years, And all the time I really want to ask: Why are we here? why are we here? why are we here? Let someone explain my task clearly. Why are we here, why are we here? why are we here? The country has been crying since Afgan for the twentieth year.