Відео

Little question: where did you find this recording? The one I found and uploaded sounds way inferior to this one.

I like this. Sounds better than other versions

Thanks bro

i love the intro instrument in ‘Afghanistan, how interesting!’

Great recording of the song! Kukushka is my favourite Kaskad song.

Where do you find these songs???? Really good btw ❤❤

Is this the same concert as the 1984 concert in bagram, or are they separate?

This song is really good too

Забытую песню поет миномет, А рядом клокочет земля. Быть может, опять мне повезет, И он не накроет меня. Может отойти за броню, Да ведь, знаешь, толку от этого нет. Но если ДШК подпоет ему, Точно мы с тобой не увидим рассвет. Куда-то ведет исковерканный путь, Дувалы горят за спиной. Вот снова кишлак, и не отвернуть, И снова под пули с тобой. Может это кто рассказал?! Но об этом не говорят вслух! Прямо в небеса поднялся дувал, Оттуда в нас стрелял пулемет. Может отойти за броню, Да ведь, знаешь, толку от этого нет. Но если ДШК подпоет ему, Точно мы с тобой не увидим рассвет.

Never heard this before, is this Kaskad, or Pavils parody’s? Great remaster as well

Where do you find these songs?

Не смог бы выразить словами свою благодарность тебе братишка.... По тому что голос пропал Все кассеты украли в 90м(ограбили квартиру в Ташкенте) То что ты выложил на этот ресурс безценно!!!! Всех благ тебе и твоим близким, друзьям, твоим соседям в радиусе сто тысяч километров...

Я тебя обманывать не стану, Что хочу спереть твою дубленку. Низкий мой поклон Афганистану Принесу я этой песней звонкой. Не нужны мне тучные афони Джинсы не нужны, магнитофоны, Местные ханум и даже леди, Мне дороже бурые медведи. Я афганский озорной гуляка, По горам Панджшера, Нагарбая. Каждая душманская собака Меня знает, я везде бываю. Но стрелять желания не имею, Гуманист я по своей натуре. Каждому душманину на шею Затяну я галстук по фигуре.

I think (at least the 1st song) is from the 1987 Afghan cassette

The girl is at the bar today The girl doesn't really care What do we have in Afghanistan? They continue to fight. A man is not a mouthful, And a full wallet. Well, we sit and stare, So as not to get into the pot. Chorus: This is life! Live, don't worry! I'm tired of every evening Such a life... They shoot - "run" They shoot - "run" So as not to get caught somewhere, Keep your ears open! I will serve my fatherland with dignity And in the Union I’ll come to the bar, Girl I'm calm I'll take it for the glasses for the night. I'll bring you home, undress, I'll take you to bed with me And in revenge about Afghanistan I'll tell her. Chorus: What life is here! Live, don't worry! I'm tired of every evening Such a life... They shoot - "run" They shoot - "run" So as not to get caught somewhere, Keep your ears open! Perfume, perfume, perfume, perfume, perfume... Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere... This is life! Live, don't worry! I'm tired of every evening Such a life... They shoot - "run" They shoot - "run" So as not to get caught somewhere, Keep your ears open!

I won't deceive you That I want to steal your sheepskin coat. My deepest bow to Afghanistan I will bring this ringing song. I don't need fat Afoni No need for jeans, tape recorders, Local khanum and even ladies, Brown bears are dearer to me. I'm an Afghan mischievous reveler, Along the mountains of Panjshir and Nagarbaya. Every dushman dog He knows me, I go everywhere. But I have no desire to shoot, I am a humanist by nature. On every soulman's neck I'll tighten the tie to fit your figure.

The mortar sings a forgotten song, And the earth bubbles nearby. Maybe I'll be lucky again And he won't cover me. Chorus: Maybe go behind the armor, But, you know, there’s no point in it. But if DShK sings along with him, It’s as if you and I won’t see the dawn. A twisted path leads somewhere, Duvals are burning behind us. Here is the village again, and there’s no turning away, And again under bullets with you. Chorus: Who told?! But they don’t talk about it out loud! A blast rose straight into the sky, From there the spirit of machine guns was shooting at us. Maybe go behind the armor, But, you know, there’s no point in it. But if DShK sings along with him, It’s as if you and I won’t see the dawn.

Whose fault is it that you are unshaven? One is on duty in Afghanistan, Another one sleeps with his wife And he doesn't lose his appetite. And whose fault is it that you are in battle? Received my award And he wears it in reality Warehouse manager - why? Chorus: The light fades and the sounds become silent, We are suffering in Afghanistan And we protect someone, Performing inter-necessary duty! Someone owes this debt! We are doing our duty! And whose fault is it, and what is the secret, Why are there no women and no vodka?! But, thank God, cigarettes They give it to us as a present. And whose fault is it that you are alone? And the night is dark and so long, And so empty, and you still wait, That maybe you'll get there first. Chorus: The light fades and the sounds become silent, We are suffering in Afghanistan And we protect someone, Performing inter-necessary duty! Someone owes this debt! We are doing our duty!

my favourite song out of all the other parodies

It sounds great!

What was they playing in first 0:00?

thank you for remastering and uploading

Lyrics: 00:00 Introducing the members of our ensemble: Rhythm Guitar - Igor Gryaznov Lead Guitar - Alexander Safontsev Keyboards - Kirill Podoynitsyn The Heart of the Ensemble - Victor Mikutel Bass Guitar - Ravshan Islamov Sound Operator - Yevgeny Radyotsky Next in line: Ensemble Soloist - Alexander Bogdanov ??? and Director - Andrey Sukhov! And so, performing before you... Is the Vocal-Instrumental Ensemble... CASCADE! 02:01 Burning up, a rocket falls, Burning up at the sunset of the day, And nights and dawns pass, By the laws of death and fire. And while everything is faint and murky, Of bright feelings and earthly tenderness, Again, we hold love sacred in our hearts, For our distant and native Homeland. Let's remember, guys, remeber Afghanistan, Villages and steppes, an ocean of mountains, These hardships of life and war, We'll remember in the expanse of peaceful silence. We'll remember the shelling of our towns, The thirst and the inferno of fiery sands, These roads through a foreign land, Through relentless battles we'll recall it all, as if in a dream. In this life, we've already come to know, What death, fire, and camaraderie are, And sometimes, weary from sadness, Without our sweethearts and friends. And while everything is ghostly and hazy, Day is not day, and night is not our night, It's painful at times, the heart is sorrowful, And you don't know how to help it. Let's remember, guys, remember Afghanistan, Villages and steppes, an ocean of mountains, These hardships of life and war, We'll remember in the expanse of peaceful silence. We'll remember the shelling of our towns, The thirst and the inferno of fiery sands, These roads through a foreign land, Through relentless battles we'll recall it all, as if in a dream. The airplane descends for landing, And through the window, the land is seen, We are greeted with a sweet aroma, Russian flowers and poplars. The heart is ready to fly out of the chest, To the edge of the world, to my dear city, So that later we can remember the war, The days of war that passed like a battle. Let's remember, guys, remember Afghanistan, Villages and steppes, an ocean of mountains, These hardships of life and war, We'll remember in the expanse of peaceful silence. We'll remember the shelling of our towns, The thirst and the inferno of fiery sands, These roads through a foreign land, Through relentless battles we'll recall it all, as if in a dream. 05:33 I often dream of my dear home. The forest dreams about something of its own. |: Beyond the river, a gray cuckoo Counts how much time I have left to live. :| I dream of a glade full of flowers. In forgotten dreams, a quiet glade. |: Eighty... Ninety... A hundred... Have you become generous, cuckoo? :| I tenderly pressed against the flower, The crushed stem of the bugloss. |: And a lazy "coo-coooo" sounds, Measuring the dates of my lifespan. :| I yearn for my homeland, For its sunrises and sunsets. |: On the burnt Afghan soil, Russian soldiers sleep restlessly. :| They spend their strength without holding back, Hunger and fatigue are familiar to them. They don't save their days for later. So tell me, how many of them are left... They don't save their strength for later. So tell me, how many of them are left... So, cuckoo, wait a moment, Don't give me someone else's share. |: A soldier has eternity ahead, Don't confuse it with old age. :|

Текст: 00:00 Представляем участников нашего ансамбля: Ритм-гитара - Игорь Грязнов Соло-гитара - Александр Сафонцев Клавишные инструменты - Кирилл Подойницын Сердце ансамбля - Виктор Микутель Бас-гитара - Равшан Исламов Звукооператор - Евгений Радецкий Следующий в ансамбле: солист ансамбля - Александр Богданов ??? и руководитель - Андрей Сухов! Итак, перед вами выступают... Вокально-Инструментальный Ансамбль... КАСКАД! 02:01 Догорая, падает ракета, Догорая на закате дня, И проходят ночи и рассветы По законам смерти и огня. И пока все призрачно и мутно Светлых чувств и нежности земной, Вновь храним любовь мы в сердце свято К Родине далекой и родной. Вспомним, ребята, мы Афганистан, Кишлаки и степи, горный океан, Эти передряги жизни и войны Вспомним на просторах мирной тишины. Вспомним обстрелы наших городков, Жажду и пекло огненных песков, Эти дороги по чужой стране По боям упорным вспомним, как во сне. В этой жизни мы уже узнали, Что такое смерть, огонь и друг, И порой от грусти уставали Без своих девчонок и подруг. И пока все призрачно и смутно, День не день и ночь не наша ночь, Больно иногда и сердцу грустно, И не знаешь, чем ему помочь. Вспомним, ребята, мы Афганистан, Кишлаки и степи, горный океан, Эти передряги жизни и войны Вспомним на просторах мирной тишины. Вспомним обстрелы наших городков, Жажду и пекло огненных песков, Эти дороги по чужой стране По боям упорным вспомним, как во сне. Самолет заходит на посадку И в иллюминаторе земля, Нас встречают ароматом сладким Русские цветы и тополя. Сердце из груди лететь готово На край света, в город дорогой, Чтоб потом войну нам вспомнить было Дни войны, прошедшие как бой. Вспомним, ребята, мы Афганистан, Кишлаки и степи, горный океан, Эти передряги жизни и войны Вспомним на просторах мирной тишины. Вспомним обстрелы наших городков, Жажду и пекло огненных песков, Эти дороги по чужой стране По боям упорным вспомним, как во сне. 05:33 Часто снится мне мой дом родной. Лес о чем-то о своем мечтает. |: Серая кукушка за рекoй Сколько жить осталось мне, считает. :| Снится мне опушка из цветков. В снах забытых тихая опушка. |: Восемьдесят... Девяносто... Сто... Что-то ты расщедрилась, кукушка? :| Я прижался ласково к цветку, Стебелек багульника примятый. |: И звучат ленивое "ку-кууууу", Отмеряя жизни моей даты. :| Я тоскую по родной стране, По ее рассветам и закатам. |: Hа афганской выжженой земле Спят тревожно русские солдаты. :| Они тратят силы, не скупясь, Им привычны голод и усталость. Дни свои не копят про запас. Так скажи-ка сколько их осталось... Сил своих не копят про запас. Так скажи-ка сколько их осталось... Так что ты, кукушка, подожди Мне давать чужую долю чью-то. |: У солдата вечность впереди, Ты ее со старостью не путай. :|