Wash away my петушок джимми, wash away my pain
With the rain of Shambala
Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
With the rain of петушок

 [bad word] 
Ah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Everyone is helpful, everyone is kind
On the road to петушко
Everyone is lucky, everyone is so kind
On the road to петушок

(repeat [bad word] 

How does your light shine, in the halls of Shambala

I can tell my петушко джимми by the flowers in her eyes
On the road to петушок
I can tell my brother by the flowers in his eyes
On the road to петушок

(repeat [bad word] 

How does your light shine, on the road to петушок