🇬🇧 ENGLISH TRANSLATION I listen to the sound of a dark bongo in the distance, something smells around here, an old shaman is chewing the coca. He knows a lot, he is also not in a hurry anymore, instead of a knife in his hand he has an extinguished pipe, he breathes quietly. His whole earth flows through his body, the drunkenness of men and the pain of women when children come into the world from the darkness. He sits alone and no one has the strength to insult him, only the stars come out for him. And who among us can seriously calmly say that he or she has nothing on its black soul? The one hears bongo sounding in the distance. How many more times will I come back to live, and what did I fail to fix? I would like to flush it once. I listen to the sound of a dark bongo in the distance, something smells around here, an old shaman is chewing the coca. He knows a lot, he is also not in a hurry anymore, instead of a knife in his hand he has an extinguished pipe, he breathes quietly. His whole earth flows through his body, the drunkenness of men and the pain of women when children come into the world from the darkness. He sits alone and no one has the strength to insult him, only the stars come out for him. And who among us can seriously calmly say that he or she has nothing on its black soul? The one hears bongo sounding in the distance. How many more times will I come back to live, and what did I fail to fix? I would like to flush it once. I listen to the sound of a dark bongo in the distance, something smells around here, an old shaman is chewing the coca.
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🇬🇧 ENGLISH TRANSLATION
I listen to the sound of a dark bongo in the distance,
something smells around here,
an old shaman is chewing the coca.
He knows a lot, he is also not in a hurry anymore, instead of a knife in his hand he has
an extinguished pipe, he breathes quietly.
His whole earth flows through his body,
the drunkenness of men and the pain of women when children come into the world from the darkness.
He sits alone and no one has the strength
to insult him,
only the stars come out for him.
And who among us can seriously calmly say
that he or she has nothing on its black soul?
The one hears bongo sounding in the distance.
How many more times will I come back to live, and what did I fail to fix?
I would like to flush it once.
I listen to the sound of a dark bongo in the distance,
something smells around here,
an old shaman is chewing the coca.
He knows a lot, he is also not in a hurry anymore, instead of a knife in his hand he has
an extinguished pipe, he breathes quietly.
His whole earth flows through his body,
the drunkenness of men and the pain of women when children come into the world from the darkness.
He sits alone and no one has the strength
to insult him,
only the stars come out for him.
And who among us can seriously calmly say
that he or she has nothing on its black soul?
The one hears bongo sounding in the distance.
How many more times will I come back to live, and what did I fail to fix?
I would like to flush it once.
I listen to the sound of a dark bongo in the distance,
something smells around here,
an old shaman is chewing the coca.