Poor or that rich
kutil and our jerk
peasant from Alma Ata
you get drunk sometimes too
I know, it's bad. How do you feel?
Well, people, no fame
It will kill us one day
It's kicking for the time
Hey, the young from Laos
next to that bananas
beyond that coconut
what may you drink after morning?
I know, is it so bad? How do you feel?
Well, people, no fame
It will kill us one day
It's kicking for the time
I'll invite you for the drink
you brothers from India
or from Irac
in falcon room it will be washed down