| A real Indian only needs one
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| Yes, and this is a little, but almost nothing.
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| If you, dude, are an Indian - you will find yourself a pull.
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| A real Indian is always nishtyak everywhere!
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| Oh, grass-grass, grass-ant
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| Eh, mushrooms-berries and flowers-buttercups
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| Oh, birch-trees, cones-needles
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| Oh, yes, bird-ducks, jokes-jokes ...
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| Well, what if our Indian suddenly becomes a little sad
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| He will get a cigarette and smoke and sit
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| Sit, think, think of something
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| Well, if it becomes so sad, he will sing a song
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| Oh, grass-grass, grass-ant
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| Oh, birch-trees, cones-needles
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| Oh, buttercup flowers and berry mushrooms
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| Oh, yes, bird-ducks, jokes-jokes ...
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| And in the evening all the Indians will gather at the table,
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| They hammer the pipe of peace - the head will clear up.
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| And about the prairie space will lead their conversation
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| Where are you horses, our horses that carry at full speed ?!
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| Oh, grass-grass, grass-ant
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| Oh, birch-trees, cones-needles
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| Oh, buttercup flowers and berry mushrooms
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| Oh, yes, bird-ducks, jokes-jokes ... |