Текст песни Владимир Качан - Бизоны

In the steppes Arizona, in hot night,
Karabina rattling and fistify Beech.
Big hunting, big rapid:
Rushing to the west
Rushing on the west
Rushing to the west of Bizonia herd.
Rushing to the west of Bizonia herd.

Squeezing with pupils mowed from under the age,
They were betrayed the crazy, changeable century.
They forgave him, scounded
As smart children
As smart children
Like smart children of a bad father.
Like smart children of a bad father.

Their chases, they beat them, they were tormented by
But the hatred of the century did not be given.
Although they are back in soap and legs in the blood,
Their eyes are still the same
The eyes of them are all that kzhi,
Their eyes are still dark from love.
Their eyes are still dark from love.

What you need to try evil
So that they sober up, so that they carried them,
To understand, devils, in mortal
That century is awkward,
That century is awkward,
That the century is embarrassed from their kindness.
That the century is embarrassed from their kindness.

In the steppes Arizona, in hot night,
Karabina rattling and fistify Beech.
Big hunting, big trouble:
Rushing to the west
Rushing on the west
Rushing to the west of Bizonia herd.
Rushing to the west of Bizonia herd.