Текст песни Заур Магомадов - Курильщикам трудно без плана

Smokers difficult without a plan
Twinkle in the eyes of mirages
There is a caravan of Iran
And a lot of luck anasha

Sweet plan ...

Nowhere do not get it without difficulty,

Be the caravan if I ostrozhen always!

How hard is it to get to the well,
When there is no more strength,
And my heart beats as if there,
And the light is already white is not nice.

Oh, Kum, damn your black sand.
Typhoon Shaitan, you are very cruel in the desert ...

Water is not a drop in the vessel,
And all lips are whispering about her.
In the desert, exhausted people,
From Iran's hot rays.

Oh, Kum, damn your black sand.
Typhoon Shaitan, you are very cruel in the desert ...

Oh, life, for what you are dunes,
Give people a drop of water.
Death for stealing a caravan,
Sand cover their tracks.

Sweet plan never get without difficulty,
Be the caravan if I ostrozhen always!

Water is not a drop in the vessel,
Guitar playing tired,
It is only under the same morning
She rang again ...

And stick, his eyes were red as a poppy ...
And stick - walking around school ...