Ska and jazz were hanging on the corner
And we found them shaking hands
White or black no matter how you look like
What does matter?Let's be friends. 
So let's sing

Doop...
I want to hear your dig this bеаt
I want to see you stomp your feet
Dop...
I want to see your hands in the air
I want to hear you everywhere 

That you are singing free
You're not watching TV
You are smiling lads
Even if you are some office clerks 

Race and gender, country you belong to
Could be different from where you are
Tastes and culture, fate is so ironic,
Music language is what we are