Текст песни Даин и Выдра - Под звуки там-тама

In my ward called House
Home to one hundred and one Rastafarian
They drink my coffee, sitting at table,
Consuming your own plan
You have a question, I have the answer
And someone has us all
I take the phone, I called up ...
Jah will send to all of us gandzhubas

I became rastamanov the sounds of tom-tom
To the sound of the tom-tom, I became a Rastafarian

A rolling stone gathers no moss
Undermined if enemies
In our world went countdown
On the fingers of his left foot
Do you see a hungry dog, more courage
Than that of the well-fed lion sober
Said Rastafarian from countless traction
By the way of eternal wisdom Jha

I became rastamanov the sounds of tom-tom
To the sound of the tom-tom, I became a Rastafarian

I love you, you love me,
And all that we love - the secret
On the windowsill growing hemp,
Rastaman listen to reggae
Rastaman are both raised above the stone,
On the table African tam-tam
I feel that Jha tells me
Through this holy drum

I became rastamanov the sounds of tom-tom
To the sound of the tom-tom, I became a Rastafarian