Текст песни Пикник - Храбрый воин индеец Джо

Among the prairies and canyons,
Vehement temper endowed
He lived, hunting for buffalo,
Brave Indian warrior Joe,
Yes, once he heard
What is the sea of ​​the city
Inexplicable life breathe
Yes, and therefore - there.

Brave Indian warrior Joe,
Brave Indian warrior Joe,
Oh oh

Right, life goes such
Every day something is trash and smoke
There murmurs, not shrinking,
Sea of ​​fire water.
And, not listening to the spirits of ancestors,
Forgetting beloved wives,
I went for a walk around the world
Brave Indian warrior Joe.

Brave Indian warrior Joe,
Brave Indian warrior Joe,
Oh oh

For some reason there is no orchestra
And the streets are fresh,
In the saloons only white place
Sad Indian Joe.
And he caught up with the passerby
As the lights went out,
He shoved the tube of the world
To taste the euphoria.

Indian left,
Scratching your brow
Nothing, but back
He will return as a hero.

Brave Indian warrior Joe,
Brave Indian warrior Joe,
Oh oh
Oh oh ...

Only where are they, wigwams?
Scattered to the nines,
Ruined the earth boorish,
Ants and those on the run,
And now they live here and swing branches
Only the spirits of the ancestors, only the spirits of the ancestors ...