Grey-Haired Boy

There was a case in the office, a grey-haired boy walked in, asking to be deployed again. Everyone was shocked, no one'd see why, and then the old man asked him: Chechnya's on fire, another Afghan. Where are you rushing to, my friend? and what is pulling you to the fight? You went to war, and now came home. Injured but you're still alive, so why can't you be at peace? The grey-haired boy stood around and faced the other way, to hide his tears, to hide his tears. The recruitment office went completely silent, and he uttered these words, this sentence that can't be repeated I saw death, I saw war, I came home alive, but here, I don't have anyone. My love is with another man, and in this world, I'm all alone. But there my friends are storming bunkers. In my dreams, I see hell and hear the sounds of bombs. But there my friends are always with me. They will always help, and always lend a hand to friendship. And if I die they'll bring my body back. Chechnya's on fire, another Afghan. Where are you rushing to, my friend? and what is pulling you into the fight? You already went, and now came home. Injured but still alive, so why are you not at peace? I saw death, I saw war, and I came home alive, but here, I don't have anyone. My love is with another man, and in this world, I'm all alone. But there my friends are storming bunkers.