Текст песни Brazzaville - Magura

Take me to Magura
To while the years away
The tinkling of the cowbells
And smells of drying hay
The rainfall in the mountains
Will wash away my fears
And all the foolish things
That I've done throughout the years
1 grew up in the city Not far from East L.A.
With rows of dusty palm trees
And millions of freeways
Traffic jams and cholos
And perverts in the park
And teenage girls who sold