Birds in the New-York sky
Will never learn to fly
Birds in the New-York sky
Eat only bugs and smile.
Will you ask them to sing a song
Bring a noise there all night long?
Will you let them fly over sky
Like an airplane, like a spy?
Night before there was no grief
Night before there was no chief
We were playing and dying hard
Take your bullets - time to start.
Close the windows, shut the door,
Get naked and go second floor.
New-York Sky
© Copyright: Екатерина Йорк, 2002
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