Текст песни Крестная Семья - Восточный вор

There was a child in the world and not a man or a child,
Eh, it's not so simple a patsan's share as for guests to roll the field,
Bare feet trample the sand.
The star shows him the way to the east.
In a pocket of sultana, we will smoke a hookah.
Asia will not sell to anyone.

East thief prisyadem brother,
Let's sit down, I'll sing a song.
East thief is a homeless boy,
Sit down, sit down

- Thank you I'll walk on foot

In short he walked trampled paths
Tired of his barefoot legs
And then the roofs of the palace shone
And he remembered the covenant of the wise man
Caribbean, sultans, markets, palaces
I break all the safes open the caskets
But there waited for a thief a surprise
The gold is not given to him to prize
To the hearts of the pickpocket beauties set
Has with him an oriental thief
But here everything happened as in Hollywood
Fell in love with girls on a white camel
And the heart of his girl was stolen
All night long I did not think about it much
Oh, how do you look like a paradise flower
After all, this subtle business of this east
The belle of the East you are so alone
You open your face to me
Oh oh no really better close

East thief prisyadem brother
Let's sit down and sing a song.
East thief, homeless boy
Let's sit down
- Thank you I'll walk on foot

I'm certainly not a haraja, but you need to face a veil
I'm certainly not a haraja, but you need to face a veil
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