Текст песни Motor-Roller - Из неизвестного вестерна

Drink your rum and forget about
What is lost here today.
Map to those coming,
Who sells evil spirits
The right to play at their own expense.

I was a player and could play a
With who invented card.
I was lucky always
And I believed that my star
Will not fall, but disaster struck.

Life is expensive, but still
Weak will beat like a moth.
Choose that reliability:
Bible or Colt.

One spring I drove home.
Skull moon rose over the mountain.
I was thirsty,
But poor water prairie.
And suddenly - a tavern!
Where is she?

There's a window in low heat,
Squinting against marijuana,
Six guest night
(I would never have to meet them to me!)
Maps threw the ringing of gold.

"What the rabble?" - And here I spat -
Suddenly found himself at the table,
Stared up at all,
Always believing in their success.
Money in the circle. I joined in the game.

Golden rain poured over me,
Snapped his whip excitement
And overtook me ...
And I did not understand what was the age -
The greater the gain, the nearer death.

Howl - not howl, and the result is this:
Have to pay for good luck.
Only late brother,
Watering long withered garden -
Life money can not take me back.

So, drink your rum and forget about
What is lost here today.
Map to those coming,
Who sells evil spirits
The right to play at their own expense.