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At the crossroads of poverty, meet eternity.
We see light in the windows, if it’s warm,
Hope warms the soul, life takes its toll
The greatness of our ancestors has given us freedom
Losing our roots, standing at the ruins of Babylon
Children of one God, fellow countrymen of foreign lands,
Sins originate in the maelstrom of passion
We drink wine, we smoke Jah
Having come to a standstill, we lift our hands to heaven
Different roads of students of one mentor,
Talents are revealed as needed,
They are strange dogs,
When one opens its wings and fly a dream come true
Strive for the road to the clouds, the lost barely wakes up from a dream,
Blood runs cold in my veins, death comes, love
Sometimes the main battle in your life is fought on the blade,
Alone, around the city of sands,
You see the color of the dawn, I will direct it in your dreams
Be quiet, this meeting is waiting today,
At the crossroads of poverty meet eternity
Wake up, sing hallelujah, still alive
There are Jamaican motifs in my pocket
The goal is healing, throat singing,
There were seven of them, turn on the playback
Wake up, sing hallelujah, fewer days
Cinema is a scary plot, then it will be more interesting,
But there are little things, they are not forgotten,
If it's fawn, before it's too late
Do not look for the right words, say what you wanted
Revelations, the prophecy of your soul about the body
Where the birds sang, there were echoes of happiness
They ram the soul, only by the fact that everything is different
On the block, a sighted person executes the head of a blind man,
He is guilty of vices, but life is given to him alone
You can talk, tell me what the day was spent on
I can’t hit my target for 21 years,
To whom is an overcoat, to whom is a jacket, to whom are wide trousers,
To the crosses, to whom freedom, to whom the fire of war,
Someone poems, someone prose, someone anger
I'm so tired, but this is the easiest cross
Tell me angel, answer demon
I see diamonds in the face of evil
Give me the good news in cash on your pockets
And then I'll think about where to get the marijuana,
Wake up, sing hallelujah, still alive
There are Jamaican motifs in my pocket
The goal is healing, throat singing,
There were seven of them, turn on the playback
Wake up, sing hallelujah, fewer days
But there are little things, they are not forgotten,
If it's fawn, before it's too late
Do not break the system, disrupt its course faster
Some hoped that life would come in the era of Aquarius,
Don't lie, we all believe in miracles
Desire more than it is, warm each other,
Why write bills, I tell you - this is stupid
We are the winds in the field, in a hurry to find our separation
Everything in the book says read covenants
Tell brother: when will our summer come?
Forget fun moan, she's sincere
Garbage has a pick-up / drop-off schedule, like fag
Today they threw, today they had fun,
Time passes and we have nowhere to find that mercy
The earth is round, do you reach the crossroads
He who seeks wanders, not the time to build nests,
I see smoke, can I find the answer in it?
At the crossroads of poverty, the moonlight only warms
At the crossroads of poverty meet eternity
Wake up, sing hallelujah, still alive
There are Jamaican motifs in my pocket
The goal is healing, throat singing,
There were seven of them, turn on the playback
Wake up, sing hallelujah, fewer days
Cinema is a scary plot, then it will be more interesting,
But there are little things, they are not forgotten,
If fawn, before it's too late dump