Афганистан [Afganistan] [English translation]

Hello, momma, I'm writing you a letter,

Hello, momma, everything is alright, like the time before.

The Sun is shining, everything is as usual, the fog is rising over the mountain,

You know, momma, it's not terrible here, it is simply Afghanistan.

A-a-a! Afghanistan!

A-a-a! Afghanistan!

You know, momma, I saw you all in a dream,

And how my little sister moved to fourth grade.

Momma, would you please invite Anka over more often,

And tell her I'll be coming back, so that she'll wait for me?

A-a-a! Afghanistan!

A-a-a! Afghanistan!

The mother reads this, a mist hanging in her eyes,

The mother weeps, where lies the truth, and where deception?

She can't pull herself away from the burial cross,

Her son is lying under the ground, while upon the palms of her hands, this letter.

A-a-a! Afghanistan!

A-a-a! Afghanistan!

Only yesterday everything was so fine under the clear blue sky,

Yet today, early in the morning, the postman delivered the letter.

In it, her son is so beautiful and cheerful, and so full of desire to live,

Hello, momma, hello, eternity... We have no right to forget them.

A-a-a! Afghanistan!

A-a-a! Afghanistan!

• Artist:Krasnaya Plesen
• Album:Баллады, Ч. 2