Текст песни зарисовка - Yagga-Yagga

Here is our life: these are reggae motives,
A pair of stocks and contraceptives,
Guitar sounds in concrete houses,
The music of the sun inside Babylon.
Caribbean reefs send us greetings
I have Bobobob on my jeans
And once our enemy smiled at us:
We have the flag on our Ethiopian head.

yagga-yagga, this is our ragga
Torn paper to shreds
yagga-yagga, this is our ragga
We painted life in colors.

The sounds of tom-toms and the rattle of dreadlocks,
Disks roll under splatter splinters
The guitar connected us together
Fire lion on the shoulder of a rastaman
I don’t need a cool coat here,
Under the sun of Jamaica, and so I feel warm.
Frozen and tender eyes ...
Ah, daughter of Ethiopia, I’m always glad to see you!