As we are in the district of Chakvardak There is a noisy mess among the women, A detachment came to us from Kabul Under the code name "Cascade". I went to watch the "Kaskaders"(stuntmen) And stood behind the mosque. Suddenly I look - one Blue-eyed young blond is coming towards me As I looked at the shuravi, So the nightingales sang in my soul, I forgot shame and Sharia, I say: "Come with me, soldier! Even if you are not a circumcised kafir, Only for you I will arrange a feast, I will put you to sleep with me And I will take off not only the veil. But shuravi looks sad, You don't call me, beauty. Our chief, formidable muzhever, Forces us to sleep in a BTR Silly, not reasonable shuravi, You catch moments of joy. I know that a dushman is sitting in the mountains, A scimitar sharpens against the Russians. Shuravi laughs: "Don't be scared! We will send all dushmans to paradise! There will be peace on the Afghan land, Then we will have a feast with you!" The days flew by like falling leaves, And the "Cascade" detachment went to Kabul. And I'm waiting, I'm burning with love, Where are you, blue-eyed shuravi?!
