Текст песни Красные КружОчки - Про Индейцев

In the rain valley on the street
In Wigwam light and warm
Indians on the balcony smoke the tube of the world
All over the world for evil
My older brother will be a big wolverine
And the younger will be a quick arrow
And I have allergies to feathers
No one knows who I am

I take my bow and go hunting
In the nearest store
And people in the morning run-run to work
And gasoline rose again

Erased moccasins about street asphalt
And in the entrances dark
Indians squeezed tomagavka with a view to
Safely go to cinema
My older brother drank and became a palenoles
And the younger went in the footsteps
And I'm allergic to vodka
We are with a night in an expensive restaurant

I take my bow and go hunting
In the nearest store
And people in the morning run-run to work
And gasoline rose again