Текст песни Виктор Байрак - Приезжайте на Восток

Come to the East

                  Victor Bayrak

Is coming -
Size step.
The old man mullah sucks sherbet,
He ass rubbed ridge.
Heat.
This is Bukhara.

Here comes
Desert steamer.
Sitting on it
Bearded thug
From local gangs.
This is Samarkand.

But please!
Around only salt.
Not growing here
Neither the trunk nor the fruit,
Not a damn.
This is Mangyshlak.

Where would you not walk -
Find you a jackal.
And if you, my friend,
From degrees swelled,
In the chest the fire went out -
Will help you
Uch-Kuduk
Three wells.

Well, what can I tell you about the East?

What is East?
This is red sand,
This is a fat sheep,
This is the wise Quran.

What is family?
These are wives and me,
This is a house without floors,
Without tables,
No corners
This is plov.

Skullcap and bathrobe -
And our whole outfit.
Here - apricot, there - persimmon,
Here the law will allow you
Without dupe
Polygamy.

Not a city, but a country
Not life, but teahouse -
Fergana.

The way here is far.
Trifle.
If only don’t come down,
Only it would not empty skirt
And do not overripe apricot.

Pour water into the kettle -
Boil instantly.
Oh, boiling water!
Forty eight days
If straight.
Come to the East.