А. Розенбаум - На перевале дождь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On the passage of rain, you do not hear the howls of Mullah. Skinny sky and thin sheep front-line. On the passage of rain, and the mortar trunks cooled, and there is time, and there is time, and the time is to smooth you a couple of lines, relatives. It will pour all night - we have here, mom, the rainy season began, and there is no connection, and a radio mat is coming from the heart. On the passage of rain, and we would be a load of "two hundredth" to throw as soon as possible, and as soon as possible, and to sew broken beris quickly. It will end soon tobacco - we would leave the leaves, the nice b tube from a newspaper article. But shower, endless shower ... and soon morning, and you have to go. On the transfer of rain, and it is for snipers in the face and on Fart. Relaxed fighters - not all benefit that it is flooded for warming. On the rain pass. And he in the sight sees the master of our cards, and who walked, and who walked, and who went forward, will go to the left. It will end soon tobacco - we would leave the leaves, the nice b tube from a newspaper article. But shower, endless shower ... and soon morning, and you have to go. On the passage of rain, the places are mushroom here, with a loud one. Here the transfer, as we have on the old dacha. I am on the armor seven years old, and I really want to ask all the time: why are we here? Why are we here? Why are we here? Let someone clearly explain my task. Why are we here, why are we here? Why are we here? The twentieth year Country with Afghan cries.