Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Песенка для вестерна

The border of the world - here it is, the trait!
Mustanga beat hooves about ice.
Wigwam with underground in the attic
Prepared in space flight.
Gurons are swept into warm edges,
On the ball of the tube of the world of Pozhev.
Saw gray Tungus Omar Khayam,
And Diogen yells: "Hello, where are you?!"

And only one dose nicknamed cowboy
No extra fuss and anxiety
Looks at this all through temporary stuff,
Combining philosophical properties.
Suddenly - Batz is a kick, "and there is no doors in the saluna.
He shouts: "Hey, guy, well, let's go!"
He pulls his colts a little faster ... Bach!
Someone fell. Probably drank a lot.

Cigarette knows the power of the heel
And the favor of cutting the tails.
Kamrade Indian is a faithful hand
Without a mischief shoots and without words.
Through the stones pierce the ginseng -
God will give, breaks. How he does not give!
Runting target, -
Born crawling learning to fly.

In the leaky head of the Indian vinit
Runs dry old straw.
Hill the head of the Indian vinit
Such a feeling is familiar.
Today I need everyone, and tomorrow you are any
And in Prairie gnawing you coyota.
Today there are no problems, and tomorrow - no things:
Not a dollar nor oz, nor iota ...

January 1998.