And well also that that yesterday
I Have arrived from Amsterdam.
I did not smoke a poison there
And mushrooms did not eat gramme.
I would drink a bowl with poison
I have eaten a hippopotamus
If only me not to see more than
Red streets of Amsterdam.
About this city as the undermined warehouse, This city the present hell -
There does not happen never rest and silence. This city since a birth has risen on a war track.
Adults and children there shoot,
There shoot fantomas and Etti.
Sometimes it looks so ridiculously.
Aching always spoke: to the peace - the world, And war... F*ck in Leather a coat.
And I could not live somewhere else
And love someone how you.
I could not live somewhere else.
And I could not live with someone else
And love someone how you.
I could not love someone else how you.
And there, where you will fall,
I will lay straw.
All who bears ill will to you, will forget road to your house.
And you will tell to me then:
Hi, my illusion,
Hi, my small Napoleon.
Trust me, Josephine, and all will be so.
Trust me, Josephine.
And well also that that yesterday
I Have arrived from Amsterdam.
I did not smoke a poison there
And mushrooms did not eat gramme.
Look to me in eyes,
In this city there are no Eyes, more happily, than at me.
And I could not live somewhere else
And love someone how you.
I could not live somewhere else.
And I could not live with someone else
And love someone how you.
I could not love someone else how you.