Текст песни Ackee Ma-Ma - Яблоко

cross on his lips putting too late -
storm in nine points
the noise of the three stations
I'm tired of red stars
a sea of ​​people all worried the street -
again! and exploded
nerve scandal
colorful river roll on the face
Catch my dreams - a game for the fakir
live until spring, until Jha
Apple keeps our fragile peace
Jha holds the apple of our motley world ..

from childhood accustomed to war
you laugh laughter esthete
in the hot summer
I leave at dawn fails
where is my reflection? burning,
heart deceive
Southern Nights
Garlic is suitable for service

to catch my shadow - the goal of the night of the tournament,
but too lazy to move, while Jha
Apple keeps our fragile peace
Jha holds the apple of our motley world

I poisoned salt,
I'm waiting for the messenger of fire -
he is a snake with an arrow
magicians are powerless and I

to let everyone in the flow - funny commander
and maybe the arrival until Jha
Apple keeps our fragile peace
Jha holds the apple of our motley world