Let's rest - Lyrics "Ballad of an Indian".

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 BALLAD ABOUT AN INDIAN.              
                                          
         Brave Iroquois Warrior              
         I once climbed a pine tree            
         And seeing the pale-faced ones,            
         I wanted to get over my hangover             
         Because these creatures            
         Whiskey was diluted with vodka,         
         Poured them into a glass             
         And they praised the Mohicans.               
         Iroquois grabbed an ax             
         And he ran at full speed...         
 The battle was short and brutal -         
         No one could escape...         
         A sharp knife flashed in his hand -       
         The first scalp is already in the bag.       
         There's another one in the bag,          
         He let out a howl of victory.           
         He will send these scalps          
         Pale-faced wives in the Alps.       
         Very tired mohawk              
         He did not take the third scalp.   
         GrinnedMohawk               
         I climbed the pine tree again,            
         Hung over vodka and whiskey       
         I ate one toffee         
         The Iroquois hid,                 
         And the huge forest fell silent.            
         Only three corpses at the pine tree           
         Left to rot until spring,         
 Legs spread wide             
         By the country road.            
                                          
                                          
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       A fly is walking on the ceiling,            
       A spider crawls after a fly.              
       He thinks the fly is a whore        
       And he weaves strong nets.             
                                          
       An angry mosquito follows him         
       And in some places it even flies.              
       He's thinking of capturing the bandit,        
       And that's why he's so angry.           
                                          
       Komar is a seasoned policeman,       
       And I was on missions more than once.          
 Known for his army bearing       
       Under the nickname "Hawkeye".      
                                          
       Behind a mosquito, hiding in the cracks,     
       The redhead is sneakingcockroach.            
       Dripping with salty sweat,           
       He is dragging a trap on his back.          
                                          
       Let's return to the fly in a miniskirt.        
       Well, here she comes, she goes,            
       Painted lips turn red               
       And the eyebrows are black and scattered.            
                                          
       She still doesn't know at all           
       What's waiting for her in the gateway,          
       And he doesn't even suspect             
       That an evil spider is following her...       
                                          
 BUT SUDDENLY UNCLE VANYA WOKE UP!!!    
       He hit the ceiling with a newspaper,         
       And so the heroes die,               
       And everyone could still live!..        
                                          
       A fly could become a star       
       Play in theater and cinema,            
       I would write poetry under the moon,          
       But now she is nothing.         
                                          
       Spider in its death throes         
       Whispered with all his might,       
       Biting my lip nervously:             
       "Oh Fly! I loved you!"        
                                          
       Mosquito! He could be a sheriff    
       He could still drink blood,        
       And spreading the typhus infection,             
 Could be useful to people.        
                                          
       And the cockroach is an intelligence agent -       
       Couldn't use the trap.       
       He won't go to his neighbor anymore,      
       To pass a glass of wine.      
                                          
       But gradually they stopped         
       Convulsions of furry paws,           
       And corpses fell from the ceiling        
       Under Uncle Vanin's loud snoring...