Текст песни Jaspa Vol - ветер перемен

I really want to run from the ruins
Sweet donkey in my lungs
Wind from the ground raises sand
high quality juice plays in your speakers
This is not a sad stuff, but a deep rhythm
The fool who wants to die young.
I will not die young, but I will inhale sweet smoke, mans, as an old man.

Let there be a wind of changes, a wind of innings.
The wind of sweet smoke, the wind of all luck.
Braza (Brother) do not rush things all on before,
Die when life passes.

I only see numbers here
And I do not see those sweet hot dreams
And our time is frozen, stop your roots until it has grown
Take a look back our time is life
God will judge us in heaven
So Jah, you shout back: "We have no time to die young!"

Let there be a wind of changes, a wind of innings.
The wind of sweet smoke, the wind of all luck.
Braza (Brother) do not rush things all on before,
Die when life passes.