Quoting vkirilov:

Love is our lesson, the themes are banditry and blondness
If I were to run right now, I'd come out in the Mediterranean
I'd pass by the nomads and camels
grapes figs and tobacco grapes figs and tobacco
because love is our lesson, so I had said
I sit down and light a cigarette from the sun

One or two cranes fly past in the Milky Sky
I cough and walk on an afternoon path
My shadow stick and goats follow me