I am only twenty five
I've lived half of my life if I'am lucky in the sky
If not then chant a requiem, darling
With a guitar in your hands
We are flying over Dzhambul, we are heading to Kabul
The night wind is howling there down like crazy
You can't escape from fate
But there is no sense to come back home in a coffin
Look at me now
Look at me now
Because I can die tomorrow
I am a veteran of this hot war
Though I am not old or gray
I see like in a delirium
A brunette is walking with you to the restaurant
I would forgive both of you
If I stayed alive
Maybe, here in the sky someone can give an answer to me
Why should I die young?
Look at me now
Look at me now
Because I can die tomorrow