2020.10.09.
Biting The Dust
Versions: #1I'm biting the dust, losing consciousness, no water left at all,
And the chopper is somewhere nearby, and my AKM has become so heavy...
Yes - alone, I was on my own, and all my friends have fallen,
All hope is in one magazine, you won't just take me, bastards!
Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghanistan!
The Black Tulip whirls over the bank of the river...
Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghanistan!
The Black Tulip whirls over the bank of the river...
Busted up, legs broken, every sound echoes through my brain,
Yeah, and it's a shame I'm dying - by God, and not even twenty years old.
Tears are flowing, running from my eyes, and I can't hold them back,
I tell myself: 'Calm down, and we'll go off to die with a smile!'
Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghanistan!
The Black Tulip whirls over the bank of the river...
Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghanistan!
The Black Tulip whirls over the bank of the river...
I'm surrounded, overwhelmed, there is no way out for me
Come on, nearer to me, you, and I'll welcome you, bastards, from my heart! (they're coming closer to me)
They came up to me, shouted something, one shoved a rifle butt in my face,
Waves of blood flood into my eyes... Well, it's so long! I pulled the pin...
Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghanistan!
The Black Tulip whirls over the bank of the river...
Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghanistan!
The Black Tulip whirls over the bank of the river...
Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghanistan!
The Black Tulip whirls over the bank of the river...
Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghan, Afghanistan!
The Black Tulip whirls over the bank of the river...