Текст песни АЙДА - Регги на морозе

That's the trouble for many years
And I'm standing and waiting for the tram, which is not.
The wind blows the snow goes and I still stand
And I fell asleep on the most ......

I'm in a ridiculous position,
I'm in a ridiculous position,
I dance reggae in the cold,
I dance reggae in the cold.

Why my head strewed snow?
Why is the wind blowing in my face?
And how it all could make,
one simple Russian people?
And when this is all over at the end of it all?

I wish I would have been a black man's Incline,
I lived in Miami B
and I would not see any ice than snow,
And with thick black Negro
I would be lying on the beach in the sand,
And listen to radio blues,
instead of songs about Russian melancholy.