Текст песни Трофим - Моя бестолковая скво

I dream of the rewards later
For daring flight to the Moon
In violent seas Trinidad
To let the brigantine to the bottom.
In the kitchen, chop smokes,
Disturbs my nature,
Dance is a dance of the wolf,
My stupid squaw.

The flowers fell off baobab
For a woman with a cast iron oar
And I'm not to be in the Bahamas
Nobody's ambassador extraordinary.
Go to so drunk with grief,
But the liver, alas, is not that ...
Dance is a dance of the wolf,
My stupid squaw.

Broke last spear
In the battle for the port and football,
I eat cornflakes
And hide the "Penthouse" under the table.
Flying migratory birds
At the sight of air defense regiment,
Dance is a dance of the wolf,
My stupid squaw.
Dance is a dance of the wolf,
My stupid squaw.