Alexander Rozenbaum - Caravan

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Александр Розенбаум - Караван

You can never get used to the silence
At war, at war, at war
Silence is only a lie, just a lie
On a twisted path
In a stranger's land
We step out as a caravan

A caravan is the joy of victory and the pain of loss,
Caravan, I'm waiting to meet you
Caravan, and Afghanistan turns rosy with blood
Caravan, Caravan, Caravan

You can never get used to a civvie life
Over there, it's all clear, there's a friend and a foe
But here, it's hard to see the souls of people
Through the fog
And it's a pity your friend
Isn't here
He was taken by the caravan for good

The caravan is a flask of water
And without it, you're dead
The caravan, it means you CAN
The caravan - killing the "shuravi" is ordained by the Quaran
Caravan, Caravan, Caravan

You can never get used to not having your shoulder
Weighed down by the AKM
To roadside bushes not being mined,
There are no "spiritual" gangs here
But somewhere over there,
In my footsteps,
Someone's stepping into the caravan

The caravan is a hundred grenades
That missed
The caravan is salt on your face
The caravan. The third toast. A moment of silent.
Someone's lost, someone's won . . .
Caravan, caravan, caravan.
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