Текст песни Голос Омерики - Растафарай

And in concrete boxes
Not so bad
And on the streets of gray
Freaks are not everything.
The neighbor "Sex Pistols" yells
From the open windows
Only reggae is playing in my head today.

Chorus:
And let the Criminal Code forbid me to perform a ritual,
And may I fall knee-deep in shit every day.
The wind is blowing, dank and damp, the rains are watered,
Only the rhythms of Jamaica in life play in me.

I'll get it quietly
Harmonica
And a little play
Watching the sunset.
Good at heart
But however a little bit sad
Instead of the beach and palm trees, there is a food warehouse in front of me ...

Chorus:
I don’t drink alcohol, because it is bad for the liver!
I thought, I’m puffing today, but only already - not a hitch:
Ganjamam was taken by the cops and beaten for dreadlocks ...
Well, what can you do? Life is hard for the ministers of Jah!

I'm a little staggering
And move to the guys.
To the guitar in the porch
"Soldier" I will sing.
And let them kick out of there
Us a janitor with a shovel, -
All the same, he will never strangle my song!

Chorus:
Somewhere the sun scorching soft sand warms!
Somewhere on earth there is a corner that is beautiful, like Paradise!
And with us - minus twenty, spitting on the fly freezes ...
But we are all rastamanny and sweep along Rastafaray!

RASTAFARAY - Tritatushi-tritatay!
Rastafaray - Whatever you want!
RASTAFARAY - Three tickets directly to Paradise!
RASTAFARAY - Three constipation on the barn!

I'm a soldier !!!
I'm a soldier !!!
I'm a soldier !!!
I'm a soldier !!!