Нам снится Афган

We dream of Afgan .
muses. et seq. A.Rogachev .

We dreamed that get in the plane ,
So with the country etoyu forgiven
But the only one we knew in advance
Afghanistan that we still dream .

Will dream of the city and villages ,
Road , the sun scorched mountains
And tornado vihrevatye tangles
Endless expanse of desert ...

Chorus:
Only wounds hurt, hurt to bad weather ,
And again pass this night we dream
This memory of the war , that damn war
That left us their pain particles .

And when the last hour ,
We all have experienced the bitterness of parting ,
After all, followed us native part
In which we long for its steel.
 
But endless life changes
The years pass and his succession ,
And let our replacement will be decent ,
And our part let them become native .

Chorus:
Only wounds hurt, hurt to bad weather ,
And again pass this night we dream
This memory of the war , that damn war
That left us their pain particles .

This memory of the war , that damn war
That left us in terrible pain particles .