Текст песни Dareen - Похищение Шми

Moving the eye implant
Past the white wall farm
On a big shaggy bow
Rode a little dim.

Suddenly Tusken saw clearly:
Virgo reaps mushrooms with a sickle.
He longed for her passionately,
That was the hand of fate.

So what is not innocent,
Well, what is not young!
He threw her into the saddle:
"I need one of her!"

With a spur built into the heel
I touched the Bantu on the sides
And rushed off without looking back
In a whirlwind of dust and sand