Текст песни Остров - Растаман

I see Rastaman smokes in silence
Under a tree in the shadow of its branches
I come up and say quietly:
"Tell me where are we?"
He replies: "Here."

He says he will be there soon ...
And his gaze is open and clear to the sky.
I ask: "Is it possible for us?"
It is silent, the rastaman does not hear me.

And no illusions, no illusions
Reality is babylon
And there are no illusions, no illusions.
That's what he told me.

I see Rastaman smokes in silence
Under a tree in the shadow of its branches.
Now he is a proud lion, king of the shroud.
He is a keen falcon in the blue high.

We are here ... and the walls of Babylon are waiting
When the lion comes and breaks them.
And the keen falcon in the blue high
It will spread the good news around the world.

And no illusions, no illusions
Reality is babylon
And there are no illusions, no illusions.
That's what he told me.

Under the tree, in the shadow of its branches
Sits and smokes a ganjo rastaman.
Sitting and waiting for good news from us
About eternal happiness, peace and love.

And I asked: "Where shall I go?"
He says: "Where there is only light."
And I asked: "How to find the road?"
He says: "There is no other way."

And no illusions, no illusions
Reality is babylon
Reality is babylon
Reality is babylon
Wait, look, choose the paths.

I see Rastaman smokes in silence
Under a tree in the shadow of its branches
He is a proud lion, king of the shroud.
He is a keen falcon in the blue high.

He says he will be there soon
And his gaze is open and clear to the sky
And I asked: "Is it possible for us?"
It is silent, the rastaman does not hear me.