It grows out of the ground,
It is to you halfway
And so it is important that you think about it.
Grass will make friends with fire,
Her panting we will together,
No mention of costs and prohibitions.
Chorus:
Cannabis in the hands of
And kumarny smoke clouds,
Garbage does not see us,
I feel so good with you smoking here it
Somewhere above the ground,
We puffing with you in the clouds
As the avalanche of snow in the mountains,
We will cover a loud and ringing laughter.
I was ashamed to make a move,
Go buy their first joint,
But after a cigarette should always be there (should be close)
I Nakuru without further ado,
Freed from the shackles of the stuffy,
And let us smile will reward you.
Chorus.
(What goes around) What goes around, and smoke,
In winter, sitting by the fire, alone with himself.
Large city moved to sleep, I look around,
On the wall hangs a poster Alsou
My first love, oh yeah!
Outside, wild wind, licks Wire,
My year, my wealth,
I am trying to find the lost thread somewhere brotherhood.
Dreams pass, the feeling is dissolved in the clubs of gray smoke,
To be or not to be, that is the question,
Outside, frost, and a pack of cigarettes left, really.
Beautiful far, the goddess of fertility, do not be cruel to me,
Classic Eastern hookah smoke, magic marijuana seeds.
Chorus (x2)