This is our truth! This is our faith!
We pull our hands to the sun so that it warms up!
Girl Nutala, Sweet Smoke Pamiela!
And so Favel hugs us daily!
This is our truth! This is our faith!
We pull our hands to the sun so that it warms up!
Girl Nutala, Sweet Smoke Pamiela!
And so Favel hugs us daily!
Again 0.25 twisted in one paper.
I am in a wide T-shirt, in any way there are sun loungers and bunnies.
If this smoke of Jamaica hugs Jah's hand.
Yes, this is my game, belongs like me.
O-la-la yes we need smoke, we need fire.
Live so good, I hug the planet Earth.
For the forests, for the sky above me, the blue seas.
As for every clear day, so for every day of rain.
For the Green June, for the January white snow.
Both for the May weather, and for the Jamaician laughter.
For the warmth of your favorite hands, for the length of your favorite rivers.
In general, this world has love and this world for everyone.
As for people, as well as animals and species of birds.
Those who jumped high and those who fell down with a stone.
If you are sad, you try to just smile.
Then life will not be so black and white.
This is our truth! This is our faith!
We pull our hands to the sun so that it warms up!
Girl Nutala, Sweet Smoke Pamiela!
And so Favel hugs us daily!
This is our truth! This is our faith!
We pull our hands to the sun so that it warms up!
Girl Nutala, Sweet Smoke Pamiela!
And so Favel hugs us daily!
So he certainly envelops smoke
I will be in the universe forever, young
We do it from the heart, heal your ether
We get over the ground, so that there is only the world in the world!
You catch it on the receiver and accept it
We are born in love, there is no war between people
Take a deep breath and mesn from your face
We have nothing to hide behind the emblems of Suprem!
Ra thank you, the bit beckons, let it thunder
Jah like a guide to us, among plates and pyramids
And smoke flies from orbits to repita
We do not need offense, let Dabro reign in the world!
Give me only micro and I will open you jia
This is all a gut, dancing, mantras, and soul
In the sky slowly scattered rain into the masses
Rainbow Sveta Favel is very clear!
This is our truth! This is our faith!
We pull our hands to the sun so that it warms up!
Girl Nutala, Sweet Smoke Pamiela!
And so Favel hugs us daily!
This is our truth! This is our faith!
We pull our hands to the sun so that it warms up!
Girl Nutala, Sweet Smoke Pamiela!
And so Favel hugs us daily!
The river boils in the player sound contagious,
Burns sand, the ladies are dressed passionately.
We are children of the sun and not bourgeois,
Pats are simple, together, though different.
And this bonfire added oils (Fire)
With us, stand in a circle, so as not to guess.
The degree is dangerous, our pair shines clearly,
Favel as always beautiful.
Keep your home at home, leave
Add in your ears, dance with dance.
The whole lifestyle is a phrase in Mike,
Life Drive, My Life Be Like.
4.20 set fire to the south,
It’s hot in the Favellah, you are freezing with boredom.
For this Summer Life with regions, sounds,
We pull our hands to the sun.
This is our truth! This is our faith!
We pull our hands to the sun so that it warms up!
Girl Nutala, Sweet Smoke Pamiela!
And so Favel hugs us daily!
This is our truth! This is our faith!
We pull our hands to the sun so that it warms up!
Girl Nutala, Sweet Smoke Pamiela!
And so Favel hugs us daily!