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!
Слова и музыка О.Наумов.
Впервые опубликована 18/02/2005 на сайте Music.lib.ru, под псевдоним "Dan". Написана на борту танкера "Olinda", филиппинцы были в восторге!
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