Текст песни Uma2rmaH - Калифорния

I'm an ordinary person, I'm afraid I can't handle it
A hopeless situation is a fact
The world is laughing at me, it seems he likes it
What's on my stage an eternal intermission

And every day in a raincoat and half mask, like Batman
I fly around the city looking for a pair of coins
And unfortunately there is no other option
I'm trying to save up for a ticket

California, my love lives there
Running in the park with a dog buzzing
In the black through the puddles
And from the bakery with the bun goes

California, you give my love
Here she is sitting on the porch in the morning
And eats a buter
And looks longingly into the distance

California ... Ay-yai-yay-yay ... Yay-yay-yay-yay-yay ...
California ... Ai-ay-ay-ay-ay ... Aye ...

I can not wait for an answer, I arrive in prostration
My dreams are surely doomed to failure
My miserable coins devour inflation
I would tell you, yes it’s hard to find the words

I once walked and saw a pile of garbage and leaves
Someone threw a new briefcase away
I thought how great it will come in handy.
And opened it and screamed

California, my love lives there
Running in the park with a dog buzzing
In the black through the puddles
And from the bakery with the bun goes

California, you give my love
Here she is sitting on the porch in the morning
And eats a buter
And looks longingly into the distance

California ... Ay-yai-yay-yay ... Yay-yay-yay-yay-yay ...
California ... Ai-ay-ay-ay-ay ... Aye ...

The briefcase I found was full of cash
And where did he come from here, if it’s even, anyway
And now I'm rich, I wear decent suits
And I thought that this only happens in the movies

And of course you’re unlikely to understand me,
I laughed leaving my hometown
And with a bottle of whiskey and I'm sitting on the plane
And I'm flying and somewhere beneath me

California, my love lives there
Running in the park with a dog buzzing
In the black through the puddles
And from the bakery with the bun goes

California, you give my love
Here she is sitting on the porch in the morning
And eats a buter
And looks longingly into the distance

California ... Ay-yai-yay-yay ... Yay-yay-yay-yay-yay ...
California ... Ai-ay-ay-ay-ay ... Aye ...