Текст песни Под гитару - Турслет

Here and there - car kara - van
On quicksand,
He is driving bad luck
In his native Pakistan.

Pakistan, Pakistan,
The sun is a scorched edge,
We are bringing you a gift -
 Take Anasha.

Anasha, anasha,
Anasha is my life,
We are with you, anasha,
Even death is not terrible.

Caravan Ali
The jamb clogs,
Two tightening torques -
And the "guy" left.

Somewhere out there behind the mountain
The convoy appeared.
Caravan Ali
He took out his Mauser ...

... Ali had a daughter,
A drug addict was,
For the cant
It was given ...

... And died in the sands
Twenty tons of anasha,
The rest was scrubbing
Caravaner Ali.

I will die, I will die,
Buried me
On a steep bank,
Where hemp grows.

Addicts will come,
Harvest will be harvested,
And the next year
Hemp will blossom ...