Текст песни MiyaGi - Нирвана

This is Nirvana
That enveloped me, I did not lie to ...
This is passion and love
This is karma, this is the music that warms my home

[MiyaGi]
Evil daily routine, hands on fucking hood
Eternal carelessness in a world of trump yo
I believe my brother's word, I believe the Rasta sun
Jama guess, tell us, yes in colors
Brazen world, man, pack of hypocrites
How can we live like this, and not get our hands dirty?
Half the joy, we'll dash to Jamaica
Frank and small and I, we do not cut for likes
Everyone fell around, and I, and I on my feet
Loving my skin and unknown dry wood
With a smile at passers-by and with a soul at the text
Bracho, let's add a drop of kindness to this world
May babe-bomb, Music-love I am led to the grave
Raise your hands to the ceiling for Bob ...
Raise your hands to the ceiling for Bob ...
For Bob ... For Bob ...

[chorus]
This is Nirvana
That enveloped me, I did not lie to ...
This is passion and love
This is karma, this is the music that warms my home