All three years of prison are somewhere behind us
And the joint of poison is definitely ahead
Fergana is in bloom
All the gardens are full
I stand and see flowers everywhere
In the valleys of the sun where Fergana is
The sage Patsha trades in plants
A joint of chilling where smoke, smoke, smoke billows
Huge hello to all the planets
A joint of chilling where smoke, smoke, smoke billows
Salam alaykum to all the planets
And when the withdrawal symptoms torment you in the morning
There is one road through addiction
We will smoke on a wild autumn wind
And cook pilaf in huge cauldrons
In the valleys of the sun where Fergana is