Lyrics Караван - Караван
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Курильщикам трудно без плана,
По всюду плывут миражи.
Идёт караван из Ирана,
А с ним сто пудов анаши.
ПРИПЕВ:
Душистый план,
Его не найти без труда.
Мой караван,
В пути осторожен всегда.
И все торчат,
По кругу идёт косяк.
И лишь тогда,
Пажа набивает косяк.
Всю ночь мы болдели от плана,
Гитара устала звучать.
И в это-же самое утро,
Она зазвучала опять.
Гибнут люди и звери,
В пустыне не капли воды.
Погиб караван из Ирана,
А с ним сто пудов анаши.
По всюду плывут миражи.
Идёт караван из Ирана,
А с ним сто пудов анаши.
ПРИПЕВ:
Душистый план,
Его не найти без труда.
Мой караван,
В пути осторожен всегда.
И все торчат,
По кругу идёт косяк.
И лишь тогда,
Пажа набивает косяк.
Всю ночь мы болдели от плана,
Гитара устала звучать.
И в это-же самое утро,
Она зазвучала опять.
Гибнут люди и звери,
В пустыне не капли воды.
Погиб караван из Ирана,
А с ним сто пудов анаши.
It is difficult for smokers without a plan,
Throughout mirages swim.
There is a caravan from Iran,
And with him a hundred poods of anasha.
CHORUS:
Scented plan,
It can not be found without difficulty.
My caravan,
Always on the road.
And all stick out,
In a circle there is a jamb.
And only then,
The page is jammed.
All night we hung out of the plan,
The guitar is tired to sound.
And at this very same morning,
She began to sound again.
People and animals are dying,
In the desert, not a drop of water.
A caravan from Iran died,
And with him a hundred poods of anasha.
Throughout mirages swim.
There is a caravan from Iran,
And with him a hundred poods of anasha.
CHORUS:
Scented plan,
It can not be found without difficulty.
My caravan,
Always on the road.
And all stick out,
In a circle there is a jamb.
And only then,
The page is jammed.
All night we hung out of the plan,
The guitar is tired to sound.
And at this very same morning,
She began to sound again.
People and animals are dying,
In the desert, not a drop of water.
A caravan from Iran died,
And with him a hundred poods of anasha.