Words of Rastaman (BG)
What a joy, when a person hears the words of Rastaman,
What a joy, when a person hears something.
What a joy, when a person hears the words of Rastaman,
What a joy, when a person hears something.
Auroraphobers, those who are afraid of dawn – that's your
name.
Children of the underground, remove tripwires and
mines.
If you don't know why you live, this is not a reason
to shoot with explosive
bullets,
You can hit right to the heart of your half.
What a joy, when a person hears the words of Rastaman,
What a joy, when a person hears something.
What a joy, when a person hears the words of Rastaman,
What a joy, when a person hears something.
It so happened that artists walk in the garden of our
souls instead of angels,
They walk for the money, right on the flowers with boots.
Happiness was close – to give by a hand, but all was
spoiled by separatists,
Now we have to go to it with our feet.
When Jah Jah sings, you pretend that you don't hear,
Jah Jah is dancing, you're always in a different
place.
If you'll forget, no one will remind you as you
breathe,
Music will bind by hands and feet and will force to
spin on place.
On the radio again they broadcast what degrades the
human mind,
This low ceiling is more dreadful than the plague and
leprosy.
War is comfortable – she delivers from the need to
think,
But since when did you began to love obey orders?
What a joy, when a person hears the words of Rastaman,
What a joy, when a person hears something.
What a joy, when a person hears the words of Rastaman,
What a joy, when a person hears something.
What a joy...
What a joy...
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What a joy, when a person something hears...
