'Two different wars are one essence,' said one battalion commander,We were called the path of life from Tulukan to Faizabad:There for three days a column crawls across the rocks,Beyond the bend is a turn, beyond the pass is a pass.Stay calm, brother! On the nerves of a miserable price.This is not Europe, but the East, and there is a mine war in fashion.Take a nap, while your turn! Give the steering wheel to the partner.Beyond the bend is a turn, beyond the pass is a pass.Shout with vexation - do not shout, here these shouts to anything:Where the basmachi mines are put, it is known to God alone.You can not guess where it will break, under whom the fuse will work.Beyond the bend is a turn, beyond the pass is a pass.Cover your tired eyes, look tear off the track,And all that in the letters I read, for the word, repeat the word.Somebody is waiting for you in the Union. Or maybe it's already tired to wait,Beyond the bend is a turn, beyond the pass is a pass.And somewhere peace and silence, and only films about the war.And here there was a war breakout in the windshield.They said: 'You are waiting for a reward!', And you did not dream about it,Beyond the bend is a turn, beyond the pass is a pass.And someone lives there, as he lived, good neighbors with evil,And you have long forgotten what is called good:Dust from the cheekbones wipes away sweat, in the eyes - a crimson carnival,Beyond the bend is a turn, beyond the pass is a pass.The dilemma of 'To be or not to be' is not for tired souls.We will simply continue to live beyond the Hindu Kush.Vaughn, having looked over his head, the 'turntables' left aside,And the convoy was reorganized ... Wake up, buddy! We're here!