Перевод песни Damian Marley – The Master Has Come Back
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For the master has come back Gong the originally Run for the grand finale mi inna mi Clarky-Wally For the master has come back Man! I do it regularly through every hill and valley It’s normal for me now For the master has come back It’s Mr. Warm and Easy She coulda never leave me Somebody please believe me For the master has come back I’m mad wit it BOOM! We learn from the old school When strictly thugs used to run it When one wheel wheely was the move Long before Bogle start dance and still deh pon paper money Police ah lock up man fi dem shoes That simply mean the station full up a bear Clark boot and Bally From England whe’spankin’new Before man start to mek flex When dem used to mek dally And speak of the rights and truth If unno starvin’fi di brain food Man have it fi feed you like porridge Weh rich inna dreadnut juice Cause nuff a wah dem learn in university and college It water down and dilute I tell you street smarts wi carry you through life like a carriage From a survival point of view And if what you seek is the truth And to increase knowledge Now you surely can’t lose… Why? The return of the dread I when I get back the entire Empire will start to strike back Well a bare army green full up mi flight pack Some red eye guy a wonder which bank we hijack And a we the voluptuous girls a smile at Any bwoy nuh like dat, him gone pon ice box We can be dangerous like how the night black We will dip and come up, select and slide back And say she loves my culture, herbs and locks Silkly smooth way of I flow My words and my tracks She’s hoping we can spend a night at Somewhere that’s warm and cozy… why not She’s been wanting me since my Karl Kani drop And she needs the substance, not the hype chat For dark clouds do bring rain… baby Here comes the sun to shine again BOOM! I know you’re loving the goods that i’m delivering Up in your neck of the woods so you can live again Who is the cock in the coupe which part the chicken in And dem copy the books that I have written in And when you hear from the shout Dem no have no discipline And dem a run up dem mouth Them never listening And when the Gong no deh bout I know you’re missing him Cause lyrically no doubt i’m nitroglycerin Mi touch down it’s carousels of luggages My flip phone, my car cell, my messages My girl bring me parcels and packages Marijuana cigar smells in palaces A few coil must pop off for di charities Cause politician a palave’pon dem promises A new face will fulfill the prophecies It’s too late for two faced apologies When the fire tun down low we’re only simmering Anyhow we start get cold Dem would be shivering Not everything is gold because of glittering Tell dem fi clean dem soul from all di littering And they don’t own di throne dat they be sitting in And it was just a loan they’re only sitting in And when the king come home well what a bitter thing Nashing of teeth and moaning upon bickering Well mind you catch the flow it can be sickening Only a few are chosen for the reckoning It’s Rastafari’s world that unno living in And it’s a lion’s jungle unno visiting I know you’ve seen the posters of my images Upon your streets and close to all your villages My metaphors unfolding with my similies Woman can go dance again BOOM! For the master has come back!