Текст песни гр.Белые рифы - Ковбой

An old cowboy is walking along the steppe.
A jacket is stuffed with dust, a bongjo behind.
How many miles have you gone to showers and heat?
Rest a little chat with me
How many miles have you gone to showers and heat?
Rest a little chat with me

Chorus:

Cowboy sing me a song
About how young he was
How he lived and loved, laughed and sang
About how to grow old did not want to.

But tired look and languid your look
Says your sorrow to me
Don’t be sad cowboy, sit down to rest
Gently touch the strings with a dry hand
Don’t be sad cowboy, sit down to rest
Gently touch the strings with a dry hand

Chorus:

Cowboy sing me a song
About how young he was
How he lived and loved, laughed and sang
About how to grow old did not want to.

And around it suddenly becomes quieter
Will listen to the song your steppe
And only the wind gently licks the grass
As if asking a cowboy to sing.

Chorus:

Cowboy sing me a song
About how young he was
How he lived and loved, laughed and sang
About how to grow old did not want to.
How he lived and loved, laughed and sang
About how to grow old did not want to.