Текст песни Ден Назгул - Регги на морозе

That's the trouble for many years
And I'm standing and waiting for the tram, which is not.
The wind blows the snow comes and I'm all
And I was falling asleep at the most ......

I'm in a ridiculous position,
I'm in a ridiculous position,
Reggae I dance in the cold,
Reggae I dance in the cold.

Why my head rolls in the snow?
Why the wind blows in my face?
And how it all could make,
one simple Russian people?
And when this is over at the end of it all?

That would be, I would have been a black man's Incline,
I lived in Miami b
and I have not seen any snow or ice,
And with a thick black Negro
I would be lying on the beach in the sand,
And to listen to the radio blues,
rather than songs about Russian melancholy.