5'nizza - Jamayka
текст песни

I don't remember how I was born to the world
He was white, blah, or green -
It doesn't matter...
I don't remember how old I am
There are no photos on the passport.
Where is my first port?
Jamaica!
I was probably born in a T -shirt,
On your hands.
On my legs - sand,
I walk without a toe - barefoot.
My hair is below the standard,
Do not need your card.
Ma mine, mine, mine, mine.
Mine, mine, my Jamaica!
Ltd
Ma mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, my Jamaica!
Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh
I don't remember my name, not
I had many surnames
They were changed, but they did not ask me.
I don't remember who bought me a ticket,
I woke up - there is no one nearby,
But I feel - the man was not left,
It was one of ours, thanks to him!
Jamaica!
I was probably born in a T -shirt,
On your hands.
On my legs - sand,
I walk without a toe, barefoot
My hair is below the standard,
Do not need your card
Ma mine, mine, mine, mine.
Mine, mine, my Jamaica!
Ltd
Ma mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, my Jamaica!
Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh
I don't remember how my eyes opened,
For legaliza ...
Waves howl, and people are fighting.
Everything is zigzago ...
I don't know what else to tell you or show -
I look back in the ass.
And he is black, I am at home, mom!
Jamaica!
I was probably born in a T -shirt,
On your hands.
On my legs - sand,
I walk without a toe, barefoot
My hair is below the standard,
Do not need your card
Ma mine, mine, mine, mine.
Mine, mine, my Jamaica!
Ltd
Ma mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, my Jamaica!
Oh-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh