Ayam Bhayi The deer, the deer, the deer How do you do the deers? Your shoulders are sad, your eyebrows are gloomy Your gaze is motionless If there is no peace here What to do, what to do? Do you want to run away? Do you want to run away? Through the mountains, while with you we raise our horses The grass is enchanted with its scent The gold diggers laugh loudly at your misfortune Everything is wrong, always wrong Many are striving, and he is the same Well, let's decide where to go I would like to go to Spain, Denmark, Sweden, Greece, Rome If there is your desired dock Go on, go on, oh, go on, go on, he answered thoughtfully Or maybe you are tired of wandering on the dry land You don't want to wander on the dry land, but you want to sail on the wet If there is your desired dock Go on, go on, oh, go on, go on, he answered thoughtfully Everything is wrong, always wrong Many are striving, and he is the same Well, let's decide where to go I would like to go to Spain, Denmark, Sweden, Rome If there is your desired dock Go on, go on, oh, go on, go on, he answered thoughtfully Well, again you don't understand Why don't you understand such a trifle Jim didn't say anything He just sighed and waved his hand Jim didn't say anything He just sighed and waved his hand Jim didn't say anything He just sighed and waved his hand Jim didn't say anything He just sighed and waved his hand Many are striving, and he is the same