под гитару - Турслет
текст песни

So - children ka - ra - van
On the unsteady sands,
He is lucky to Anasha
In his native Pakistan.

Pakistan, Pakistan,
The scorched edge, the sun,
We are taking you a gift -
Take anaha.

Anasha, Anasha,
Anasha is my life,
You and me, Anasha,
Even death is not terrible.

Caravan Ali
Clogs the jamb
Two tights of steep -
And "left" a dude.

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

... Ali had a daughter,
There was a drug addict
For the jamb of Anashi
She surrendered ...

... and died in the sand
Twenty tons of Anashi,
The rest was scanty
Caravan Ali.

I’ll die, I will die
They will bury me
On the steep bank,
Where the hemp grows.

Addicts will come
The crops will be collected,
And next year
Hemp will bloom ...