Текст песни Motor-Roller - Из неизвестного вестерна

Drink your rum and forget about
What is lost here today.
Map to those coming,
Who sells evil spirits
The right to play at their own expense .

I was a player and could play a
With who invented card.
I was lucky always
And I believed that my star
Will not fall, but disaster struck .

Life is expensive , but still
Weak will beat like a moth .
Choose that reliability :
Bible or Colt .

One spring I drove home.
Skull moon rose over the mountain .
I was thirsty ,
But poor water prairie .
And suddenly - a tavern !
Where is she?

There's a window in low heat,
Squinting against marijuana ,
Six guest night
( I would never have to meet them to me !)
Maps threw the ringing of gold .

"What the rabble ?" - And here I spat -
Suddenly found himself at the table ,
Stared up at all ,
Always believing in their success.
Money in the circle. I joined in the game .

Golden rain poured over me,
Snapped his whip excitement
And overtook me ...
And I did not understand what was the age -
The greater the gain , the nearer death.

Howl - not howl, and the result is this:
Have to pay for good luck.
Only late brother,
Watering long withered garden -
Life money can not take me back .

So , drink your rum and forget about
What is lost here today.
Map to those coming,
Who sells evil spirits
The right to play at their own expense .