Песня про настоящего индейца - Эх, грибочки-ягодки..
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A real Indian
Only one is necessary
Yes, and this is a little
Yes, almost nothing.
If you, dude, Indian,
You will find yourself
A real Indian
Feature is Nishtyak everywhere.

Eh, grass-sheet,
Flaw grass,
Eh, mushrooms, firing cans,
Yes flowers-lovers
Eh, birch trees,
Sishechki-pods
Eh, yes birds-bars,
Brushing jokes.

Well, if our Indian
Suddenly they will be sad a little
He will get a cigarette
And he will smoke, sit.
He will sit, think
Something will come up with
Well, if it becomes sad,
So he will sing a song.

Eh, grass-sheet,
Flaw grass,
Eh, mushrooms, firing cans,
Yes flowers-lovers
Eh, birch trees,
Sishechki-pods
Eh, yes birds-bars,
Brushing jokes.

And in the evening all the Indians
Will gather at the table
Close the pipe of the world,
The head will become clear
And about the prairie spaciousness
They will lead their conversation.
Where are you, horses, our horses
What they carry at full speed.

Eh, grass-sheet,
Flaw grass,
Eh, mushrooms, firing cans,
Yes flowers-lovers
Eh, birch trees,
Sishechki-pods
Eh, yes birds-bars,
Brushing jokes.