Текст песни Аквариум - Вятка - Сан-Франциско

In San Francisco, street Indiana
Palm trees of marijuana.
These palm trees unearthly beauty,
They are guarded by cops blue.

They saunter past them bums-Rastaman
All of which have full pockets.
Pour cocktails and splashing whiskey
Swirl square wheels.

And here, in Vyatka - hut under the snow.
And how to tell which one of us more than we love this sky?

And while we ryschem in search of Paradise,
Somebody, laughing and playing,
Throw a handful of us in the heart of the fire,
And there is nothing but this day.

And yet - hello or goodbye,
We have no place and no time to go back.
There is nothing except this road,
While with us are careless gods.