They didn't die out, there are still cowboys on Russian soil!
Our truth was born in a brawl
The light was visible only in the shadows
and pistols don't misfire
We grew up on movies about cowboys
We grew up on movies about cowboys
We grew up on movies about cowboys
In the burning garbage dumps in desert wastelands
And in our tears, in those of our mothers
created so that we carried it with ourselves
We grew up on movies about cowboys
We grew up on movies about cowboys
We grew up on movies about cowboys
The flame of the campfire became dull, evil
But there is always bad, good, evil
And the scream in the night: "Run, take cover!"
We grew up on movies about cowboys
We grew up on movies about cowboys
We grew up on movies about cowboys
But in the new films Cowboys are slender
I don't watch these new movies
I only love westerns and kitsch
Greetings, Gojko Mitić!