Текст песни Плохие Дядьки - Индейцы племени шизы

In the ancient forest where flying cockroaches
In the corners ran galyuny
Old magician swallowing paganok
It evokes the spirit of the pitch darkness
On the ruins of the clearing, where drug addicts sitting
The sun is shining and dripping rain
Nakuru hashish posryvalo all roof
There was cased leader

We Indians shizy
After the tube fly like eagles
Over lodges fly high
And we tremble together eggs
We Indians, we have bows
And we eat garlic
A hunting we will meet the security officers
We'll take the scalps of their heads

In the ancient forest where flying cockroaches
In the corners scattered irons
Medics in robes and pajamas Indians
Escorted night latrines

We Indians shizy
After the tube fly like eagles
A hunting we will meet the security officers
We'll take the scalps of their heads
ChingaChkuk our praise for a job
At the hairdresser scalps surrender
And with the money bought hashish
And all this in the world give away the fruit