Текст песни ГДР - Имбирь

I found it myself
This new taste.
He came up -
I dropped the load
And wear now
The wind behind

I chose myself
This new color.
Beats the eyes
But there are no options.
Or this one is mine
Or no.

I will not continue to be sour or steamy
I will not continue to be neither bitter nor drunk

My new taste is ginger
My new color is ginger

What else to say?
Spit over your shoulder
Very soon to us
Will get hot

I will not continue to be sour or steamy
I will not continue to be neither bitter nor drunk

My new taste is ginger
My new color is ginger