Текст песни ДМЦ-Акустика. А.Гречаник - Растамания

You hide love in the gateway, and your heart carries the night postman,
Returning home in tatters of battered feelings, think this is a dream,
The grass helps to forget about in some porches, dead dreams.
But the sun will rise, and the day will end, and the need for words will disappear ..

It's all a parting game
All this is a game of distance
All this is a game called ....
Rasta-rasta-rasta-rastamania, mania and I ....

And morning breaks into the bedroom, and coffee in bed, but brings the wrong one.
You’re a captive of crystal castles in the hostel you’ve been living for the third year now,
Resigned to the role of the wife, but tired of tightening the screws, nuts,
In the arms of a cold winter, the hot sun of Jamaica rescues you and me.

It's all a parting game
All this is a game of distance
All this is a game called ....