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Olga Arefieva

Jah's Riding The Tram To The Heaven From Swamp

Reggae, reggae, rastamanian jazz,
We love Jah, but Jah loves all us,
What for do we need something else? - we already have all.
Jah's buying us charas, Ja's asking for flat,
Jah's gifting us beer and preparing the fare,
And our reggae will be sung - no matter, here or there.

Jah's riding the tram to the Heaven from swamp.
Jah's riding the tram to the Heaven from swamp.

Kaiah does know the way to the Heaven,
My brother Isaiah, keep on it forever,
She contends that this task for you will be probably mere.
Why they bustle forever with tears an' accident,
We're happy naked children in fervent sands,
Shaping the cakes from the hemp - we're the children of Jah.

Jah's riding the tram to the Heaven from swamp.
Jah's riding the tram to the Heaven from swamp.

We will not die as we're singing these songs,
But we will sing songs, while the dearth's going on,
Jah knows where we have to go - it's not question for him.
Rastafara alive, but not rock-n-roll,
Jah's buying the beer and hemp for us all,
Reggae, reggae, reggae - we're all reggae's kin.

Jah's riding the tram to the Heaven from swamp.
Jah's riding the tram to the Heaven from swamp.

Translated by igMamont