Текст песни ВИКТОР БАЙРАК - Приезжайте на Восток

Come to the East

                  Victor Bayrak

There is a donkey -
Size step.
The old man, Mullah sucks sherbet,
He rubbed ass ridge.
Heat.
It - Bukhara.

And here comes the
Desert ship.
It sits
Bearded bandit
From the local gangs.
It - Samarkand.

But, if you please!
Around a salt.
It does not grow
Neither the trunk nor the fruit,
No cereal.
It - Mangyshlak.

Where you had not walked -
Find you a jackal.
And if you, my friend,
From degrees swollen,
The fire was extinguished chest -
You can help
Uch-Kuduk,
Three wells.

Well, to tell you about the East?

What is East?
This - the red sand,
This is - a fat sheep,
This - the wise Qur'an.

What is family?
This - the wife and I,
This - the house without floors,
No tables,
No corners,
It - pilaf.

Skullcap yes robe -
And our entire outfit.
Here - apricots, there - persimmon,
Here the law allows you to
Without foppery
Polygamy.

Not the city and the country,
Not life and teahouse -
Fergana.

The path here is far.
Trifle.
Just would not have fallen ill donkey,
Only it had not been emptied wineskin
And not overripe apricots.

The water kettle pour -
Boil in a moment.
Oh, the hot water!
Forty-eight days,
If straight.
Come to the East.