I'm headlong at night in the music of good My answer is Mononoke, my dear Madame Overcome this rainbow that is not visible at all Swim over the horizon, get close, tango magic Palm tree over head Not crooked soul and mine, gang Giving you one love Giving you one love Giving you one love Giving you one love You walled up prayers, picked up the faith of man And you mixed up the hair of the beat, did not rend the rhythm of the faithful Do not let the cities drive, pierce the sky with rockets There was no fuss at the sight of gold Digiri digiri rastaman jumped from the hell with his head And fools, but fools also did not believe in love Soldier, throw the gun, the sun be above your head Fuck the fuck the money bro just be yourself I’ll go win to the light, to the Sun Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah! Badman, sorry, it’s my soul in this sound Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah! I’ll go win to the light, to the Sun Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah! Badman, sorry, it’s my soul in this sound Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah! Fuck the money man oh no, no, no, no Soldier writes a secret letter to the Rastamans Give me warm, give me a vibe Where's your gut fly away On the wings of freedom to conquer this planet And everyone chooses make us live As they said, they say and will speak Mastaki still continue to smoke further Give me light in this darkness and open my eyes Money is evil, you are fooled by a fake deal This world is testing the strength of people I will not be criticized, fuck coins ringing We will be higher and just leave We will be higher and just leave We will be higher ... Oh oh no money, no money, no I need light to the sky Yes wind, yes in dreadlocks in mine To smoke curling ribbons with nets And I, man, my message: “Love is life” Endorphin in the brain, cheeks, music Cover the wave of me From head to toe reggae, drench me soon No houses and cars, this is not ours Bro, we will halve what is given to us Among the concrete we catch the waves of the raghamafon, warming it with a word Let go of sorrow I will be a faithful warrior of good under the banner of J Oh don’t lead me, road to a dead end, I will dream to the end I Welcome my charge is more fire No money, no money-more, no money-money No money, no money-more, no money-money No money, no money-more, no money-money No money, no money-more, no money-money No money, no money-more, no money-money I’ll go win to the light, to the Sun Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah! Badman, sorry, it’s my soul in this sound Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah! I’ll go win to the light, to the Sun Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah! Badman, sorry, it’s my soul in this sound Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah!
Это фак! В конце 80-х в горбачёвское время, а потом и ельцинское, не только банкноты уничтожали, но и продукты питания, обувь, одежду, закрывали заводы - делали всё, что бы мы из-за дефицита стали ненавидеть свою Советскую Родину! Спецслужбы Америкиая ЦРУ, Английская МI-6 и Израильская "Массад" - сделали своё дело, устроили "тихий" переворот под названием - "Перестройка" ! Это была первая, на постсоветском пространстве бесцветная революция под руководством Джоржа Сороса. Цель - уничтожение СССР, Советскую Армию, потом и саму Россию!,. Теперь их никто не остановит - главная сила - СССР уничтожена! Под эту трагедию нужна другая музыка - Рэквием!
I'm headlong at night in the music of good
My answer is Mononoke, my dear Madame
Overcome this rainbow that is not visible at all
Swim over the horizon, get close, tango magic
Palm tree over head
Not crooked soul and mine, gang
Giving you one love
Giving you one love
Giving you one love
Giving you one love
You walled up prayers, picked up the faith of man
And you mixed up the hair of the beat, did not rend the rhythm of the faithful
Do not let the cities drive, pierce the sky with rockets
There was no fuss at the sight of gold
Digiri digiri rastaman jumped from the hell with his head
And fools, but fools also did not believe in love
Soldier, throw the gun, the sun be above your head
Fuck the fuck the money bro just be yourself
I’ll go win to the light, to the Sun
Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah!
Badman, sorry, it’s my soul in this sound
Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah!
I’ll go win to the light, to the Sun
Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah!
Badman, sorry, it’s my soul in this sound
Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah!
Fuck the money man oh no, no, no, no
Soldier writes a secret letter to the Rastamans
Give me warm, give me a vibe
Where's your gut fly away
On the wings of freedom to conquer this planet
And everyone chooses make us live
As they said, they say and will speak
Mastaki still continue to smoke further
Give me light in this darkness and open my eyes
Money is evil, you are fooled by a fake deal
This world is testing the strength of people
I will not be criticized, fuck coins ringing
We will be higher and just leave
We will be higher and just leave
We will be higher ...
Oh oh no money, no money, no
I need light to the sky
Yes wind, yes in dreadlocks in mine
To smoke curling ribbons with nets
And I, man, my message: “Love is life”
Endorphin in the brain, cheeks, music
Cover the wave of me
From head to toe reggae, drench me soon
No houses and cars, this is not ours
Bro, we will halve what is given to us
Among the concrete we catch the waves of the raghamafon, warming it with a word
Let go of sorrow
I will be a faithful warrior of good under the banner of J
Oh don’t lead me, road to a dead end, I will dream to the end I
Welcome my charge is more fire
No money, no money-more, no money-money
No money, no money-more, no money-money
No money, no money-more, no money-money
No money, no money-more, no money-money
No money, no money-more, no money-money
I’ll go win to the light, to the Sun
Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah!
Badman, sorry, it’s my soul in this sound
Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah!
I’ll go win to the light, to the Sun
Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah!
Badman, sorry, it’s my soul in this sound
Fuck the money, man, fuck the money, man, yeah!
Это фак! В конце 80-х в горбачёвское время, а потом и ельцинское, не только банкноты уничтожали, но и продукты питания, обувь, одежду, закрывали заводы - делали всё, что бы мы из-за дефицита стали ненавидеть свою Советскую Родину! Спецслужбы Америкиая ЦРУ, Английская МI-6 и Израильская "Массад" - сделали своё дело, устроили "тихий" переворот под названием - "Перестройка" ! Это была первая, на постсоветском пространстве бесцветная революция под руководством Джоржа Сороса. Цель - уничтожение СССР, Советскую Армию, потом и саму Россию!,. Теперь их никто не остановит - главная сила - СССР уничтожена! Под эту трагедию нужна другая музыка - Рэквием!