Character: robbers

Passers-by are night to morning,
Other people's boots rubbed his feet.
Workers knife and an ax,
Romantics with a big road.

Perhaps we have no stake and no yard,
But don't pay the king's taxes
Employees of a knife and ax
Romance with a big road.
Do not want to live, Ah, differently
Do not want to live, uh, different.
We walk on the edge, we walk on the edge
We walk on the edge of native.

They say we byaki-Buki, how shall we land?
Give that card in hand, to tell fortunes on the king.
Oh-La-La, Oh-La-La, to tell fortunes on the king,
Oh-La-La, Oh-La-La, Ah-mA.
Tomorrow a long road falls to the king,
He's got some money a lot, and I love money.
Oh-La-La, Oh-La-La, I love money,
Oh-La-La, Oh-La-La, Ah-mA.

No families, no children,
No roof of their own, we have -
A hundred-and-rye wounds...
Allah loves in white turbans
Honest folk in the cities, and we have -
A hundred-and-rye wounds...

Sweet dreams, a world without war,
I can see
All the tired country.
Who will forgive me? No way -
I shall never enter
In these old temples...

Allah loves in white turbans
All vertices in the mountains, and we have -
A hundred-and-rye wounds...
Ataman eating, drinking chieftain,
He lives like a Sultan, and we have -
A hundred-and-rye wounds...
In the morning, get up, slash, kill,
All, give it to him, and
A hundred-and-rye wounds...

Rob - no Rob... Devour - devour not... We beat - we beat...

We do not like to sow, to plow, Yes,
Let others feed us with you!
We were born with a sword to swing, Yes swing,
And shoot, shoot everything alive.
Do not get together! Don't get off the highway!
Never! Take hands and feet!
Who where! Take hands and feet! Who where!
We are always ready to fight,
In foreign lands to pounce.
Gonna Rob, burn, yeah kill, kill,
Going to drink, to walk to fun!
Do not get together! Don't get off the highway!
Never! Take hands and feet!
Who where! Take hands and feet! Who where!