На перевале дождь

On the pass the rain
Behind him you can not hear the howls of the mullahs.
Slim sky and the thin sheep frontline.
On the pass the rain
And cool mortar barrels,
And while there,
and while there,
and while there drop a few lines to you, family.

It will pour all night -
We are here, my mother, the rainy season has begun,
And there is no connection, and a radio operator mat comes from the heart.
On the pass the rain
And we have the goods & quot; two hundredth & quot; throw hurry
And soon,
and as quickly as possible,
haste and sew the torn ankle boots.

It will end soon Tobacco -
We would dry leaves,
Nice used came pipe
From a newspaper article.
But rain, endless rain ...
And soon the morning and have to go.

On the pass the rain
And it is for snipers in the rescue and luck.
Relaxed fighters - not all for the benefit of that is filled for warmth.
On the pass rain.
And he sees the sights of our suit of cards
And who went,
and who went,
and who walked forward, casual go left.

It will end soon Tobacco -
We would dry leaves,
Nice used came pipe
From a newspaper article.
But rain, endless rain ...
And soon the morning and have to go.

On the pass the rain
Places mushroom here with a basket like.
Here the woods as we have on the Old Dacha.
I'm on the armor of seven years,
And all the time I'd like to ask:
Why are we here?
Why are we here?
Why are we here?
Let someone clearly explain my problem.
Why are we here,
Why are we here?
Why are we here?
The twentieth year of the country with Afghan crying.