Текст песни The Bowstring - Рисовая Поляна.

I remember when I was little
grandfather always told me stories
about the field favorite svoe.Kak he loved him
how much time spent on it and how many times he had already plowed.
But he loved the story that I had heard a thousand times about
the fact that in this field he roslo.Ved this land was not empty and vspolota
until her grandfather grass is not planted Referring grass grew there and already it's time to collect there came a policeman uncle .and began to ask my grandfather
what and how to grow in the field had but my grandfather told him firmly aback
What I was not particularly grass grows poppy and hemp and the ordinary
Rice fields.
Oh-oh-oh-oh rice fields.

But ten years ago my grandfather is no more but the field he left me.
At first I did not want to deal with the continuation of these cases, but then I agreed to all ravno.I all plowed field and grass ponasazhal and began to water it every day .And after a couple of weeks came to me this crap with my test field .I showed them all the documents but a policeman I said that the
not legally growing on the field in menya.No I firmly told him that the t to do with crime do not grow here and the usual opal
Rice is full.
Oh-oh-oh-oh rice fields.

It took many years, I, too, grandfather
He began to tell his grandson.
What's on the field I have the best grass
and soon it would be his .Vnuchok me
I realized in response and nodded his head
I supported all my imagination.
He waited until I was told to
And quietly began to explain.
What he will not say and carry out screenings
Possession of his .He learn all .Stanet important person.
And for all, and all will be in his tale, one that is simply
Rice fields
Oh-oh-oh-oh rice fields.