Текст песни Мr.Credo - Талибан

Pulls hands to the sun my "green brother"
Sweet refive, gange, juicy grapes.
Everyone is driving roads, and where lead to Afghanistan
Where the Terrible Taliban taxis drives.
Where the mountains in the sky and the sunset in the blood
Without water and bread friend of mine
Caravan draws his pull through the pass
Ten days on the road
Day and night and then the halt.

That melts fog and come a caravan
Taliban will bring me a Taliban
Will bring me a dope and opens the secret
Where drove the Caravan Mujahide in the mountains.

Card Card, Gold Delta
And in the fields of green sticky pollen
I ride her in soft plasticine
Your plan performs wise lord
If the crumbs are rawped on top of heaven
Substitute palms to these wonders
On the roulette, many drops a kush
They are forgiving gods, on the road, in the resignation of shower

That melts fog and come a caravan
Taliban will bring me a Taliban
Will bring me a dope and opens the secret
Where drove the Caravan Mujahide in the mountains.

Life as a Russian roulette
Happiness rarely falls
And fate shoots apt
What to get into the apple
Glory Golden Cell
In the cage you are a puppet
So throw your coin
And do not give yourself the abyss.

That melts fog and come a caravan
Taliban will bring me a Taliban
Will bring me a dope and opens the secret
Where drove the Caravan Mujahide in the mountains.

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Words on Chechen from the song "Taliban"

"Sleep Ham Will Your" - Hello my younger brother!

"From Nohchi Vac Gaskha Wu" - I am not a Chechen - I am Russian!