Текст (слова) песни: The Animals - San Franciscan Nights
Strobe light beam, creates dreams Walls move, minds do too On a warm San Franciscan night
Old child , young child Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing, leather wings Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson`s too On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angel, young angel Feel all right On a warm San Franciscan night
I wasn`t born there Perhaps I`ll die there There`s no place left to go San Francisco
Cops face is filled with hate Heavens above He`s on a street called "Love" When will they ever learn? Old cop, young cop Feel all right On a warm San Franciscan night
The children are cool They don`t raise fools It`s an American dream Includes Indians too
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