Текст песни Без Билета - Хочу На Джамайку

Six months snowdrifts, arctic captivity!
Dreaming in puddles of the Caribbean.
We are the men in black! We are the captains:
Mata, chanson, pancakes and sour cream.

White sand - we have granulated sugar.
Bungalow outside the Moscow Ring Road from neighboring boards.
With Air Jamaica, we fly
We wipe the floor with a mop and dreadlocks.

Chorus:
I want to go to Jamaica, and I cannot remain silent about it.
Come true! Come on, and make it summer all the time!
I want to go to Jamaica, and I cannot remain silent about it.
Come true! Come on, and make it summer all the time!

Yo!
And so that it’s summer all the time!
And so that all the time ...

There is no strip for scooters
In the black X5 the bass is pumping.
In winter, you can only sunbathe at a construction site,
If you rock on the roof of a building.

The nearest sea is the Minsk Sea.
The diver and the surfer are drunk with grief.
Instead of dolphins - sprat in tomato.
Our carnival is a moonshine party!

Chorus:
I want to go to Jamaica, and I cannot remain silent about it.
Come true! Come on, and make it summer all the time!
I want to go to Jamaica, and I cannot remain silent about it.
Make a wish, and make it summer all the time!

Only love ... Yo-Yo-Yo ...
Peace and love ... Yo-Yo-Yo ...

I want to go to Jamaica, and I cannot remain silent about it.
Come true! Come on, and make it summer all the time!
I want to go to Jamaica, and I cannot remain silent about it.
Make a wish, and make it summer all the time!

Yo! Sun and bread!
And so that it’s summer all the time ...
Yo! Songs and seas ...
And so that it’s summer all the time!