Текст песни Владимир Калашников - Одинокий ковбой

Again the sun rises over the Great Country,
Lonely cowboy dries in dust.
Hat, colt and mustang, that's all rich,
All roads lead from dawn into the sunset.

Do not screamed the saddle,
Yes no howl coyote
Do not squeak the saddle ...

Not wives, not children, not friends, not relatives.
He got used to, without those and others.
Wolly wind family, by the fire of his house.
And he does not care what happens later.

Do not screamed the saddle,
Yes no howl coyote
Do not squeak the saddle ...

And then...
Iraq will be separated, Baghdad will be bombed.
Fierre your striped flag.
Does affords, half-smart bush.
As long as America, the hole and the wilderness.

Do not screamed the saddle,
Yes no howl coyote
Do not squeak the saddle ...

So the sun rose over the Great Country.
Belohal eagle will raise over the earth.
But Indian tunes, suddenly drop away away,
That Columbus to Earth, ships stick.