Текст песни Светлана Лана - Караванщик Али

Here is a caravan, with Pakistan to Iran,
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And Baibashi are carrying, 40 tons of Anasi.

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The caravan of Ali scores a jamb
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3 tightening tight and soul in heaven

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The caravanser Ali without noticing the trouble
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So the hurricane came and dispelled the whole plan

The caravanser has surveyed, blobbed eyes,
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He saw in Dali, his native Pakistan!

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Pakistan My native you like a fruit garden
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You'd sorry Pakistan not brought your plan.

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And when I die will bury me
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On the grave of my healing cannabis

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Drug addicts will come harvest
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And next year she will bloom again