Текст песни Глобальное потепление - Террор

TERROR

This is my city, I was born here and grew up,
Leaving only smoldering mountain.
Score my ashes in a thousand cigarettes,
Light all refractories.
And let the sunshine in our land,
I need nothing more.
And let there be light in your family,
Throw the damn gun.
Drop your guns, drop machines,
Return home, young soldiers.
When there is no war, there is no terror,
Everything is wonderful, everything just cool.

I seal the eyes of lime putty,
Pour sand in my ears.
Heavy machine I traded for affection,
Lead bullets replace me longing.
And will the sun over my head,
To that, but to me it is more important.
Why kill, bury and suffer?
People become a little kinder.
Enough of violence, it is already a lot,
Rasta culture will judge all strictly.
When there is no war, there is no terror,
Everything is wonderful, everything just cool.