Bagdad

You can't sleep well
You despare and sad
Everything awful
This is Bagdad

Millions of people
Dreams You'll be dead
Tears and pain around
This is Bagdad

You stranger here
You not wellcome
Everyone wishing -
Yankee, go home!

You stranger here
You not wellcome
Everyone shouting -
Yankee, go home!

Why are You here?
All money Y've got
Damned by Lord
And covered whith blood

Each local man
Is unhappy and dread
Just because You here
In the Bagdad

You stranger here
You not wellcome
Everyone wishing -
Yankee, go home!

You stranger here
You not wellcome
Everyone shouting -
Yankee, go home!
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© Oleg Naumov 2004