Tango dance with mango juice
our liberated Django
he drank coffee with cognac
with an endorphin-like mood
dripping boiling water afterward
the blue-eyed steamer won't take him on the expedition
acts so swinishly
by the way, this isn't the first year
Seagulls, hear our hard rock among the rocks?!!
Country roads have no end
And the young years have fled
At seventeen, we didn't expect drought
And now the rain drips like tears from our faces And dreams thunder in the distance…