Текст песни Владимир Туриянский - Монтана

Montana

On an old mare, with a donkey about
I’m going to Montana, I’m driving lambs.
I am sad with a hangover, my head is like a can,
In which the devil was brewed.
E-Gay, E-G-G-G-G-Gay

Rubbed the old jeans on me
My ass is in shit and the mare is in a yoke
Colt has a rope tied to a rope,
And the insatiable donkey ate the hat.

E-Gay, E-G-G-G-G-Gay

In America, something, something is not right.
They shoot somewhere, who with what and what,
Recently, old John has a bull
Killed for not giving milk.

E-Gay, E-G-G-G-G-Gay

But there is a big "Rush" in the east,
There life is amazing and good.
They build a chevy and forge something
And jeans on collective farms give free.

E-Gay, E-G-G-G-G-Gay

I’ll ask the Department of State kindly
And I’ll ask for a visa to go to Rush.
And throw Montana, buy a ship,
I will go to Russia to the Far East.

E-Gay, E-G-G-G-G-Gay

On an old mare, with a donkey about
I'm going to Montana: I’m driving lambs ...
We sing "Evry Bad" about a new life.
Guys, don’t bother about the song.

E-Gay, E-G-G-G-G-Gay