Текст песни Бумбокс - Гайка З Ямайки

You needed him, it seemed
So what is the difference between a bed and a back?
The lantern is colored, pleasant conversations
And then - not difficult, the subject is not new
Kilovic acids and cotton wool ears
You have little romance
And you do not leave, you go with different
You bring home, kindly divorce
Only reggae left tags in me
The joys in the sea of ​​hope are transparent
Fleeing through the mud, I found a rat
Familiar car, and in it - clouds of smoke
No sun, no beaches, in the scheme of dugouts
How do you live, well, which of you will tell?
Clubs-pipes, basements-grasses
As it all got, the air was not enough

Chorus: (2)
Could not find and knew where to look
And you got off topic, like, we're all like that
Maybe I, maybe I took you to Jamaica
Lava was not enough for us in a taxi

With you I extinguished, hung, and the fire went out
Not everyone is around, we are in the dark at random
A sip of pouring, a ticket to Jamaica
It was just a dream, and there were nuts between us
Ladders take away, pilots approach
Get up, chipodros, trolleybuses are already running
I do not open my eyes, I feel that you are not there
And grief in the window of the sea, everything was close
Thank you for the sour, for the beer
For what was not-was, for what was not was
Fleeing through the mud, I found a rat
Familiar car, and in it - clouds of smoke
Where is the sun, where are the beaches, where are the dugout schemes?
How do you live, well, which of you will tell?
Clubs-pipes, basements-grasses
As it all got, the air was not enough

Chorus (2)

Where is my bench, where is my bench?
Where is my bench, where is my bench?
Where is my bench, where is my bench?
Oh, where is my bench, where is my bench?
Where is my bench, where is my bench?
Where is my bench, where is my bench?
Where is my bench, where is my bench?
Oh, where's my bench?

Refrain

I might not have found it, but I knew where I was looking
And you got off topic, like, we're all like that
Maybe I, maybe you, maybe me, maybe you
Lava was not enough for us in a taxi

You needed it, it seemed that yes!
So how is a bed different from an execution?
Color lantern, pleasant conversations.
And further .. it does not matter, the plot is not new.
Acid kilowatts and cotton wool ears.
You don't have enough romance ...
And you do not leave .. you wander with different.
You bring it home and breed it nicely.
I only have reggae left tags.
The joys in the sea of ​​hope are transparent ..
Running away from the mud, I met a duck.
Familiar car, and there are clubs of smoke ..
No sun, no beach, on the dugout scheme.
And how do you live? Which of you will tell?
Clubs - pipes, basements - grass ..
As it all got, the air is not enough !.

Chorus:

Could not find, but knew where to look ..
And you left the topic, saying that we are all like that ..
Maybe I would take you to Jamaica
But we did not have enough money for a taxi ..

With you I drove, hung, and the fire went out
Not everyone is around, we are in the dark at random ..
A sip of pouring, a ticket to Jamaica ..
It was just a dream, and between us already nuts ..
Ladders lead, pilots approach.
Get up, chipidros, the trolleybuses are already running.
Without opening my eyes, I feel that you are not there
And grief in the window of the sea, everything was close.
Thank you for the sour, for the beer
For what was not-was, for what was and was not.
Running away from the mud, I met a duck.
Familiar car, and there are clubs of smoke ..
No sun, no beach, on the dugout scheme.
And how do you live? Which of you will tell?
Clubs - pipes, basements - grass ..
As it all got, there is not enough air!