Текст песни Алекс котяра - Биробиджан

Birobidzhan-jan-jan
Blessed Ja - Ja Ja
Birobidzhan-jja
Ja-ja-ja lives here

I was hitchhiking - galloping across Europe
I looked in passing in the eyes of open windows
But in the stone bags of huge cities
Always dreamed of green endless meadows
There far away on the tributaries of the Amur
There is a paradise for any herb
Where Bira carries its waters
A lot of green good is growing

Birobidzhan-jan-jan
Blessed Ja - Ja Ja
Birobidzhan-jja
Ja-ja-ja lives here

And when the desire is almost expired
I pack my bags and stand on the sidelines
Finger raised to the sky is a good sign
The road, conversations, there’s no other way.

A few words to the driver, slam the door
I flock by the side of the road and I can’t believe my eyes
To the horizon, how many eyes are enough
An unprepossessing, but kind ganjubas is growing.

Birobidzhan-jan-jan
Blessed Ja - Ja Ja
Birobidzhan-jja
Ja-ja-ja lives here

and the time will come - I will choose
Where do I go on living and where do I die
And I declare before the great Jah
That there is only one paradise - and this paradise Birobidzhan!

Birobidzhan-jan-jan
Blessed Ja - Ja Ja
Birobidzhan-jja
Ja-ja-ja lives here