It grows out of the ground,
It is to you halfway
And so it is important that you think about it.
Grass friends with fire,
Her panting we will together,
Without thinking about the costs and prohibitions.
Chorus:
Cannabis in the hands of
And kumarny smoke in the clouds,
Garbage does not see us,
I feel so good with you smoking this is
Somewhere above the ground,
We puffing with you in the clouds
As an avalanche of snow in the mountains,
We will cover a loud and ringing laughter.
I was ashamed to take a step,
Go buy their first joint,
But it is always a cigarette should be there (should be close)
I Nakuru without further ado,
Be free from the shackles of the stuffy,
And let us smile will be with you the reward.
Chorus.
(What goes around) What goes around, smoke,
Sitting by the fireplace in winter, alone with himself.
Large city moved to sleep, look around,
On the wall hangs a poster Alsou
My first love, oh yeah!
Outside the window, the wild wind, licking wire
My years, my wealth,
Trying to find the lost thread somewhere brotherhood.
Dreams pass by, feeling dissolves in the clubs of gray smoke,
To be or not to be, that is the question,
Outside the window, frost, and a pack of cigarettes left, really.
Beautiful far, fboginya fertility do not be cruel to me,
Classic east smoke hookah, magical marijuana seeds.