Hey, friend, rastapovar, sorts stuff.
Yes, I drove (?) Me nigga for my many spices.
As long as the sun shines, it is smoldering splif.
Fireman, Gunjaman, if you pull, so alive.
Do not wake me up after a hard day,
Do not wake me see if I ushatan.
Rastafari - my greenhouse, he's got my house.
Everything grows by leaps and bounds, Skurov already then.
Hey, yo, bring me into his world forever,
There, where the sun shines, the grass grows,
There, where there is a smile, where there is good,
There, where everyone laughs, take with you, bro.
Gunjaman me, I water the bushes,
Grow cheerful, kind, let mustache.
Not perish, we smoke and we will live.
Not perish, we smoke and we will live.
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Hapay, Khapaev, Hapay the smoke, bro
Half and Schmal and fiber, and fiber Schmal.
Hapay, Khapaev, Hapay the smoke, bro.
If the sun shines, then the world is good.
Hey, bro, if Hydro (hydra) does not extinguish the light,
Rasta will live very many years
In the style of power plant, plus a nutritious meal.
Yes, I Gunjaman, watered and then scored.
Hey, yo, all the energy of the sun and elements.
Hey, yo, everything will return to us, we will be back.
My industrial region, hou, floral paradise, hou, know about it, Japanese, do not forget.
And while breathing in the acrid smoke, I'm sure I will not die young.
I know that when I go away to Babylon,
Happiness sparks burst into every home.
Synthesis of air, water and the sun
I smile and smile soul.
All are moved by these rhythms,
Not perish, we smoke and we will live.
We smoke and we shall live in us.
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