Караван [Karavan] [English translation]

You can never get used to the silence

At war, at war, at war

Silence is only a lie, just a lie

On a twisted path

In a stranger's land

We step out as a caravan

A caravan is the joy of victory and the pain of loss,

Caravan, I'm waiting to meet you

Caravan, and Afghanistan turns rosy with blood

Caravan, Caravan, Caravan

You can never get used to a civvie life

Over there, it's all clear, there's a friend and a foe

But here, it's hard to see the souls of people

Through the fog

And it's a pity your friend

Isn't here

He was taken by the caravan for good

The caravan is a flask of water

And without it, you're dead

The caravan, it means you CAN

The caravan - killing the "shuravi" is ordained by the Quaran

Caravan, Caravan, Caravan

You can never get used to not having your shoulder

Weighed down by the AKM

To roadside bushes not being mined,

There are no "spiritual" gangs here

But somewhere over there,

In my footsteps,

Someone's stepping into the caravan

The caravan is a hundred grenades

That missed

The caravan is salt on your face

The caravan. The third toast. A moment of silent.

Someone's lost, someone's won . . .

Caravan, caravan, caravan.