I went out of business, of such a good cause!
Nothing blew - fell off in the buff.
Not then, that itch to me - just the time was ripe,
Because of the blue mountains ponagnalo other things.

We learn a lot from books,
And the truth is transmitted by word of mouth:
There are no prophets in his own country -
And in other homelands - not a lot.

I have not sold your friends without me even won one.
Only one led, briefly, - are numbered then.
I disappeared from the case - do not leave no blood, no sweat,
And it rolled on without me as usual.

Irreplaceable, and will sing
Zaupokoy departed - be empty.
There are no prophets in his own country,
And in other homelands - not a lot...

Pilfered me, but I’m happy that the lion’s share
Received only by those to whom I would give it away so.
I’m on a slippery floor, heels rosin
Up the stairs and go through the attic.

Prophets do not - you will not find in the afternoon with fire -
Out and Mohammed, and Zarathustra.
There are no prophets in his own country,
And in other homelands are not a lot...

And at the bottom say - whether from the good from evil if I do not know:
Well, that’s gone - it was not a sure thing!
Cobwebs in the corner with the images I rip off fingernails,
Hurry, because the house saddling horses.

Opened the face - I began to face him,
And he told me pale and sad:
There are no prophets in his own country -
But in other homelands - not a lot.

I take off the saddle, I grow in a horse - body to body -
Horse fall under me - but I bit between his teeth!
I went out of business, of such a good cause,
Because of the blue mountains ponagnalo other things.

Gallop - a horse ears crackle,
But clearly discern because crunch:
There are no prophets in his own country -
But in other homelands - not a lot.