Текст песни MASTER LEE - Дон Хуан

Don Juan taught me to prepare a plan
From juice loop and hemp seed
Condition if not sober, not drunk
But in the morning it blows like a hurricane
Don Juan never smoked a hookah
Preferring patrons to local authorities
Mescalito and smoke hiding on mushrooms
But give force to the right approach, we
Don Juan was a real shaman
He slept in the morning, the night wandering in the woods,
On the cliffs, and many other places
Where spirits dart for you to move back
I know Don Juan is not a simple old man
He worked for a long time I moved his
That I certainly stood on the path of war
But this way I have often fled the war .... Way This is the way of the world ... The Way of War The long road without a return ticket
Don Juan was a native of the peasants
Over the years, he cured many villagers
In its actions are unlikely to find a flaw
If you're Yin, Don Juan is Yan
As Don Juan once drove to Amsterdam
In the battle for the title of "Supershaman"
Transformed into a clean glass of water
Within seconds there was already
Don Juan blew the Europeans in the trash
Nadovav apponenta on its horns
One hint, saying: "Juan quack!"
But this hero, he sent to the ban
Don Juan on arrival mastered harp
Having learned to play as Johann Bach
I also said that I fool
Although I might go in his footsteps!
Don Juan was a friend of Don Genaro
It is the song I sang with a guitar
I pulled the chord, and being at home
He created this music clone
I do not know exactly - everything can be
Even the Don Juan could make her feather
I will not prevaricate, I myself
Something from yourself in the track finished the ...