An evil blizzard got up and blew into Kabul children's faces
Blinded the soldiers who had known cold and scorcher
They had better be together but
One half are going crazy, the other one are fighting
While the best ones have long been in the best of worlds
Quietly sleeping in their dead dream
This is what life is like
We said good-bye in Hairatan, pledged and promised
To cherish our lives and never touch the barrels
If only I had been aware of those who later betrayed us
I would have never given up my AKS to anybody
Sevastopol became like Khost to us
The White House like burning Panjshir
And here, in Grozny, I was fired at
By my officer I had liked so much there*
And the sister's earrings were torn off
So breezily without hinder thoughts
By he who had dug the ground with me
To entrench ourselves in Rukha
By he who had dug the ground with me
To entrench ourselves in Rukha
In its dance the blizzard fetters Afghans' legs and arms
Faster and faster is the Satan's tune being caught up by a shuravi
The wind is heart-breaking but God doesn't brand rogues
He who flung us into cold is now in warmth and honour
The flame of Transnistria War
Was born out of the Afghan fire
And Afghan dreams come to
Both shores of the Dniestr
A Cossack was being buried by Rostov
And the mother was cursing the killer
Yes, he's guilty but one at one hundred
There are others to blame as well
Yes, he's guilty but one at one hundred
There are others to blame as well
Hey, you, brothers in arms, those are wrecked and those who wear stripes
Is it that you've forgotten your friends killed by your own country?
And once again, out of a new pack a card-sharper casts nations
But not as aces but sixes you are received on the loo-table
Kulebiaka of 15 layers
And each one has those who have been over the river
What do you think you're doing, Goodness gracious
Why don't you wash down blood from your snow-white fangs?
Ah, what a spring it is in Firuza
Ah, what a spring it used to be
I wish I could go there again to meet my friends
Those who our conscience didn't pull us apart with
I wish I could go there again to meet my friends
Those who our conscience didn't pull us apart with
Ah, what a spring it is in Firuza
Ah, what a spring it used to be