Текст песни Ackee Ma-Ma - Джа держит яблоко нашего хрупкого мира

cross on his lips putting too late -
nine points Storm
the noise of the three stations
I'm tired of red stars
a sea of ​​people all excited, street -
time! and exploded
nerve scandal
colorful river roll face
Catch my dreams - a game for the fakir
live until spring, until Jha
Apple keeps our fragile peace
Jha holds the apple of our motley world ..

from childhood accustomed to war
you laugh laughter esthete
in the hot summer
I leave at dawn fails
where is my reflection? burning,
heart deceive
southern nights
Garlic is suitable for service

catch my shadow - the goal of the night of the tournament,
but too lazy to move, while Jha
Apple keeps our fragile peace
Jha holds the apple of our motley world

I poisoned salt,
I'm waiting for the messenger of fire -
He and arrow snake
Mages are powerless here and I

let everyone in consumption Joke - commander
or perhaps the arrival until Jha
Apple keeps our fragile peace
Jha holds the apple of our motley world