Текст песни Марк Бернес - Американцы, где ваш президент

Bells in America crying
And the birds slowed his flight
A Statue of Liberty, all gray,
Sadly for America wanders.

She wanders amid the gloom of night,
After leaving his hateful pedestal
And asks bitter and harsh:
Americans where your president?

Answer, majestic redwoods
Answer, skyscrapers floors -
How could you, America, such ...
How could you, America, tell me ?!

Again on picnics hurry machines
Again Broadway lights dressed.
But you answer right as men:
Americans where your president?

Raise up the torch to the sky,
Conspiracy as a woman and mother,
Pierced the Statue of Liberty,
And curse the freedom to kill!

Americans, what you will?
Think about it, at least for the moment!
Let your conscience wakes you at night ...
Americans where your president?