Lyrics Михаил Круг - Про Афганистан

And I do not want to look long
On this strange horizon ...
The scorching sun went behind the mosque,
Kobzon left for Russia.

He sang Vysotsky and corrected us
Its then sweat wig,
And we sang along ... When you fell
From the rocks - I cried, old man.

How rare are such watches,
When a bullet does not hit a song,
But the wounds for them will not have time to cool down -
And in the evening again on a campaign.

And after the battle I cried, I could not,
And my hands were shaking ...
I saw how (Vitzkin) in a zinc coffin
The remains were burying ...

And there at the fork the grass is crushed
And in it - an anthill-cartridge ...
Kolyukha-countryman, violent head,
Dushmanov sculpted like a raven.

But the stupid bullet struck the temple, -
And Kolka nodded his head ...
And her mother asked: "Nikolka, son!
Tell me that you will return alive! .. "

Today in Afghanistan there is a good message:
The order came out - soon home!
But the heart remains mentally here,
And there is no joy that is alive.

I'll come to Tver from the Afghan fields, -
Here, at home, warm and light ...
And only open the familiar door -
I will say: "Mom, you're lucky ..