Smuggler's Den

Walking thorugh the misty forest with no water
Sneakig under cover for three days
We won’t take a break untill we cross the border
Hope it won’t be rain again
Tonight my friends we’ll drink the burning water, shaking our hands
Dirty girls are laughing, come and welcome to the smuggler’s den
Take a look inside our bags — it’s «contrabanda»
There’s no thing we cannot sell
Crossing back the final frontier, like a radar
The Big Dipper’s on our way
Tonight my friends we’ll drink the burning water, shaking our hands
Dirty girls are laughing, come and welcome to the smuggler’s den
Walking thorugh the misty forest with no water
Sneakig under cover for three days
Crossing back the final frontier, like a radar
the Big Dipper’s on our way