Текст песни под гитару - Анаша

Here it comes - baby ka - ra - van
On the quicksand
He's carrying hash
To my native Pakistan.

Pakistan, Pakistan,
A scorched edge by the sun
We bring you a gift -
Take Anasha.

Anasha, anasha,
Anasha is my life,
You and me, anasha,
Even death is not terrible.

Ali the caravan
Clogs the joint
Two cool puffs -
And the dude "left".

Somewhere over the mountain
A convoy appeared.
Ali the caravan
He took out his Mauser ...

... Ali had a daughter,
I was a drug addict
For a joint of cannabis
She gave herself ...

... And died in the sands
Twenty tons of cannabis,
Smoked the rest
Ali the caravaneer.

Now I will die, I will die,
Will bury me
On the steep bank
Where does hemp grow?

The addicts will come
The harvest will be harvested
And next year
The hemp will bloom ...