Текст песни JACKET - SIX GUNS

I have six guns in my bosom
Each has six rounds
I'm not Billy the Kid, and I don't write ditties
Plus, one blade is sharpened
The spirit of the wild West devours you
It's like an old ghost disappearing before everyone's eyes
The smell of a revolver is always held in high esteem
If there is a peacemaker, you better not argue with him

Six rounds, six barrels
I'm like a Marlborough cowboy
Hasl Western, Babylonian Cathedral
Colt or Remington - an eternal dispute
Phantoms of bandits spit lead
Butch and Black Bart are just laughing next to each other
Gold rush, Apache hordes
I managed to kill everyone, so I became richer
Headscarf robber, saloon fights
Cut off from the lady with a cast-iron frying pan
Cowboy shooting or shotgun shooting
A human hunter means a hermit
Tomahawk to the head or die in the desert
What is nicer - decide for yourself
There are trunks of children here - such a law has been passed
Wild West hid many secrets