Текст песни Башня Rowan - Растаманские перцы

What would you and I do not cry,
and to meet so wake up,
pohvatali bells yes pipes
and go on the road
nowhere so nafig looking,
and look - back down slush,
and prevents us from above
so be ashamed help.
 
In the wind but not mad
razmetutsya all adversity.
Our Ash Wednesday
turn Sunday.
Unlucky summer
will lavish and beautiful.
God looks at us with annoyance
Yes Change perspective.
 
If walking past happiness -
why the hell with it, let's go, too,
let it cry without us
about the fate of their zasranskoy.
Lodestar us
becomes clear stump share,
seasoning and bread of life -
pure pepper Rastamanskaya.
 
There is one of these things does not believe -
let the sea itself measured.
I have, and you - catch up,
tea, and one Dorozhen'ka
with God, a long journey.
The path will you find, thank God.
The moon is shining, clear night.

1995