Текст песни Александр О'Шеннон - Ямайский романс

Sister, navice full of "Whiteor"
The fact that the brother has a brother from a local hack,
As kindness of the yeger on Jamaica,
How powerfully outside the window rinsing the storm!

I am every night, hiding around the corner
From the black girl, run into your number quiet,
So that the magic filled, giggle
And enlightenly think about the past.

Here every time the inclusion of Ti-vi
Sumo Championship is fraught.
And we will listen relaxingly to fragrances
Broadcasting about fraternity and love.

And returning at night to his shelter,
Fear of nesting on the palm trees,
I crash bumps bumps
On the benches sitting there and here.

And forgetting everything - Moscow and the Central Bank
And all that is associated with posting Chechnya
Light in the way in the eye, like candle,
I finally get to myself.

Oh, Ocho Rios! Oh, Montego Bay!
I still have dreams to dream
Brother, I've got laughed again
Sister, full of "Whiteor" baby!