Текст песни Аквариум - Вятка Сан Франциско

In San Francisco, Indiana Street
Palm trees grow marijuana.
These palms of unearthly beauty
They are guarded by blue cops.
Rastaman homeless people flock past them,
Which all have full pockets;
Cocktails pour and whiskey splashes
And spinning square disks.

And here, in Vyatka, there are huts under the snow;
And how to say - which of us
More like this sky?

And while we scour for Paradise
Someone laughing and playing
Throws a handful of fire in our heart -
And there is nothing but this day;
And still - say hello or goodbye
We have nowhere to return.
There is nothing but this road
While they go with us
Carefree gods.