Пикник - Храбрый воин индеец Джо
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Among the prairies and canyons,
The luxurious disposition is endowed
Lived, hunting bison,
Brave warrior Indian Joe,
Yes, once he heard
What the sea of the city
They breathe an incomprehensible life
And, therefore - there.

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

Right, life goes like that,
Whatever day - in the trash and in smoke,
There is gurgling, without drying up
A sea of fire water.
And, not heeding the spirits of the ancestors,
Forgetting your beloved wives,
Went for a walk around the world
Brave warrior Indian Joe.

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

For some reason there is no orchestra
And on the streets is fresh
In salons only white place,
The Indian Joe was sad.
And he caught up with a passerby,
How the lanterns went out
He shoved the pipe of the world,
To taste the euphoria.

The Indian went back
Hanging your forehead
Nothing, but back
He will return like a hero.

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

But where are they, Vigwam?
Scattered to fluff,
Hama ruined the earth,
Ants and those on the run
And now they live here and download branches
Only the spirits of the ancestors, only the spirits of the ancestors ...