Текст песни Мr.Credo - Талибан

My hands are drawn to the sun by my & quot; green brother & quot;
Sweet poison, ganja, juicy grapes.
All lead roads, and where they lead, to Afghanistan
Where is driving a formidable Taliban.
Where the mountains are in the sky and the sunset in the blood
Without water and bread, my friend Shuravi
Caravan pulls her through the pass
Ten days on the road
Day and night and then halt.

Here the fog melts and the caravan comes
Brought me a dope from the country of the Taliban
Will bring me a dope and reveal the secret
Where the caravan mujahid drove along the mountains.

The case of cards srazlenyh, gold businessman
And in the fields of green sticky pollen
I'm rolling it into soft plasticine
Your plan is fulfilled by a wise master
If you pour the crumbs from above the skies
Put your palms to these miracles
On roulette, a lot of money falls
They are forgiven by the gods, on the way, to the salvation of souls

Here the fog melts and the caravan comes
Brought me a dope from the country of the Taliban
Will bring me a dope and reveal the secret
Where the caravan mujahid drove along the mountains.

Life as a Russian roulette
Happiness is rare
A fate shoots aptly
What would fall into the bull's eye
Glory to the golden cage
In the cage you are a puppet
So drop your coin
And do not let yourself get lost.

Here the fog melts and the caravan comes
Brought me a dope from the country of the Taliban
Will bring me a dope and reveal the secret
Where the caravan mujahid drove along the mountains.

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Words in Chechen from the song "Taliban & quot;

"Sleep to your will"; "Hello, my younger brother!"

"With nohchi wats gaskhi wu & quot; - I'm not a Chechen - I'm Russian!