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Pretty women are not in love with me
Only the moon walks with me here.
And I don't know why I was born
I am just a little part of the sistem.
I want to be such as James Bond
But I am not cool and I am not an Englishman.
But all was changed one rainy day
When I came to an Indian's shaman.
He saw my future, he saw next day
And said I should see a magic power!
I was afraid and went to drink.
I fall in love with July Wraker.
I was a hero, it was great.
I was a friend of agent Mulder.
And I was just a simple man,
But I have met sir Eldorado.
Now I'll never be the same
Because I saw his magic power!
And night had come in afternoon
All magic doors were really opened.
And on the sky there was full Moon
This battle never will be forget!
I killed strange monsters at this night
And I became a really hero.
Dark forces was destroyed in fight
And now world's clear like a new mirror.
I was in the city called Babylon
I made friends with king Hammurapy.
Way home for me was very long
But now I know what means «Be happy».
I was in Mexico on the bridge
On the bridge of Carlos Castaneda .
I saw another world which's rich
In that world every man is Buddha.
And I came back to USA ,
I am working as a Santa-Claus
I told with mister President
I know, I'm dumb, but he is dumber!
I see the Statue of Liberty
And it can show me it' s fuck forever,
But now I know that I am free,
In other world we'll be together.
I was in the greatest pyramid
Sir Eldorado was my teacher.
And now I know, why I must live
I have to live to be creator.
Maybe I'm a little alien tonight
When I am walking on the streets of New-York
I am not James Bond, I never was in Europe ,
But I am lightbright, but I am lightbright!
His name was John Debry and he was a cop,
His work was catching cats at moonnights
He lived in the city which is called New-York
He thought that it's a capital of planet.
«Дождливый Нью-Йорк»
Дождливый Нью-Йорк в туманной дали,
Дождливый Нью-Йорк, в гавани корабли,
Дождливый Нью-Йорк, лишь сирена поет,
Дождливый Нью-Йорк, там Джон Дебри живёт.
Дождливый Нью-Йорк, бутерброды и чай,
В кафе наш герой заглянул невзначай,
Где-то там грабят банк и горит ресторан,
На крыше небоскрёба пляшет пьяный шаман.
Дождливый Нью-Йорк, в нем пули свистят,
Злые якудзы замочить всех хотят.
По балконам с адвокатом своим бегает кот,
Мафия опять сует труп под капот.
Дождливый Нью-Йорк, там «Макдональдс» стоит,
Там негр китайцу что-то, блин, говорит,
Там нации все и культуры все есть,
Летний дождик их врасплох застал здесь.