Текст песни МИСТЕР КРЕДО - Талибан

Pulls hands to the sun - my "green brother"
Sweet poison - juicy grapes.
All roads lead - Afghanistan
Where traffic rulit- formidable "Taliban"
Where the mountains in the sky and the sunset "in the blood"
Without water and bread, my friend - shuravi
a caravan pulls through the pass
Ten days on the road - night and day
And then - a halt!

Chorus:
That melts the mist and come caravan
Bring me the dope from the "Country Taliban"
Bring me the dope and open a secret
Where I drove through the mountains - Caravan Mujahid.

The thing with marked cards - Gold Bull
And in the green fields - sticky pollen
I roll up her - in soft clay
your plans are - a wise master!
If sypyat chips - on top of the heavens
Substitute the palms these miracles!
In many roulette jackpot falls
They forgive the gods - the salvation of souls!

Chorus:
That melts the mist and come caravan
Bring me the dope from the "Country Taliban"
Bring me the dope and open a secret
Where I drove through the mountains - Caravan Mujahid.

Chorus:
Life is like Russian roulette - luck is rare
And the fate of fires accurately - that would be the apple fall
Glory - a golden cage - in the cage you - puppet
So Throw a coin and do not let yourself abyss.

Chorus:
That melts the mist and come caravan
Bring me the dope from the "Country Taliban"
Bring me the dope and open a secret
Where I drove through the mountains - Caravan Mujahid.