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1. 27/03/2010al1974 says:

   In Afghanistan, a black tulip,
   C in a glass of vodka, we sail silently over the land
   Groznaya bird across the border
   By Russian lightning is our brothers home.
   In the black tulip those with jobs
   They’re coming home dear land to lie.
   In indefinite leave, torn to shreds,
   And never, never warm to hug the shoulders.
   When the oases Dzhellalabada
   fallen down on the wing, tulip our fallen.
   We cursed all his work.
   Again the boy summed up the loss company
   In Shindand, Kandahar and Bagram
   Again, per capita put a heavy stone
   Again carry home the heroes
   Which is 20 years of digging graves
   Which is 20 years of digging graves
   But you have to get up, must come
   If you break, you can run up and then
   Bullets fly, Stinger flies
   If you break, you guys die a second time
   And we are not like home
   Where are all for us long ago familiar
   Where are the corpses they see once a year, pilots,
   Where the clouds are not chopping down helicopters
   And we go, gritting his teeth with rage
   Dry vodka wetting his lips
   They come from Pakistan caravans
   And, therefore, have a job for “tulip”
   And, therefore, have a job for “tulip

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