Текст песни Аркадий Северный - Три ковбоя

The dim light of the moon, buried for the shroud,
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On the way cowboys rode the steppe.

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Three black horses, three knives, three revolver,
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The three faithful friends, three cowboy tired.

Here the distance light, horses whinnied -
It was a tavern-eyed Harry.

Three dismounted, pulled the boots,
The three faithful friends stepped in the door again

Brightly lit candles, whiskey flows like a river,
For oak table having fun cowboys.

Included gang of thugs - Eighteen people,
And three cowboys say, "Get out!"

But sitting at the table just three cowboy grimly.
Their hands under the table, reached for his holster.

Shooting began, blood lilasya river,
But there were just three cowboys.

The dim light of the moon, buried for the shroud,
On the way cowboys rode the steppe.

Three black horses, three knives, three revolver,
The three faithful friends, three weary cowboy