Текст песни The Animals - San Franciscan Nights
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Strobe light beam, creates dreamsWalls move, minds do tooOn a warm San Franciscan nightOld child , young childFeel all rightOn a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing, leather wingsJeans of blue, Harley Davidson`s tooOn a warm San Franciscan nightOld angel, young angelFeel all rightOn a warm San Franciscan nightI wasn`t born there Perhaps I`ll die thereThere`s no place left to goSan FranciscoCops face is filled with hateHeavens aboveHe`s on a street called "Love"When will they ever learn?Old cop, young copFeel all rightOn a warm San Franciscan nightThe children are coolThey don`t raise foolsIt`s an American dreamIncludes Indians too