Текст песни раста рага - Ямайка

I do not remember how I was born into the world
He was fucking white or green
It does not matter
I do not remember how old I am
Photos do not have a passport
Where's my first port?

Jamaica! I probably was born in a vest.
In Your Hands
On my feet - sand
I walk around without socks, barefoot.
My hair is below the standard
I need your card

Ma-my-my-my-my-my-my-Jamaica
Ma-my-my-my-my-my-Jamaica

I do not remember my name, there is no
I had a lot of names
They changed, but I did not ask.
I do not remember who bought me a ticket
I woke up - there is no one near.
But I smell - the man was not left
It was one of our own, thanks to him

Jamaica! I probably was born in a vest.
In Your Hands
On my feet - sand
I walk around without socks, barefoot.
My hair is below the standard
I need your card

Ma-my-my-my-my-my-my-Jamaica
Ma-my-my-my-my-my-Jamaica

I do not remember how to open my eyes
For legalizes ... tstststststs!
Waves howl and people fight
All in a zigzag manner.
I do not know what else to tell you
Or show
I look back at the rear
And he's black, I'm at home, my mother

Jamaica! I probably was born in a vest.
In Your Hands
On my feet - sand
I walk around without socks, barefoot.
My hair is below the standard
I need your card

Ma-my-my-my-my-my-my-Jamaica
Ma-my-my-my-my-my-Jamaica