Текст песни Игорек - 40 тонн анаши

Here is a caravan ,
From Pakistan to Iran,
And driven Baybashi ,
40 tons of marijuana !

Caravan Ali
scores jamb ,
3 mouthfuls tight ,
and soul into heaven.

Caravan Ali
noticed woes
Here came the hurricane ,
and dispelled the whole plan .

Caravan stood up ,
Glistening eyes ,
He saw in the distance ,
His native Pakistan !

Pakistan is my home ,
You're like a fruit garden ,
Forgive Pakistan
I drove not your plan .

And when I die,
Bury me
on my grave ,
kanaplya blossom .

Addicts come ,
gather the harvest ,
and the following year ,
it will bloom again .