Текст песни Boodda - жребий брошен

Buddha here:
Gryme granite. He wounds his teeth.
I pull out the face, lime under my feet.
People fly by passing.
Dibil, will you make a Buddha?
Be with Jesus. Be with Allah.
Sounds in different ways, but the essence is the same -
Hand good to you. Good shit.
As a gift, Platinum Pol Callogram,
And this means to whine!
The sound of the drum manites in Dali.
On Bali, where waves, palm trees.
I do not like battles, but I know - you did not fly there.
Or flew, but did not know the mental.
Bohali or all the time sang it under mushrooms.
(Chacha-Kaka Tai Chuck ...)
Die is cast.
Who is worthy - that leader damn.