Bagdad

You can't sleep well You despare and sad Everything awful This is Bagdad Millions of people Dreams You'll be dead Tears and pain around This is Bagdad You stranger here You not wellcome Everyone wishing - Yankee, go home! You stranger here You not wellcome Everyone shouting - Yankee, go home! Why are You here? All money Y've got Damned by Lord And covered whith blood Each local man Is unhappy and dread Just because You here In the Bagdad You stranger here You not wellcome Everyone wishing - Yankee, go home! You stranger here You not wellcome Everyone shouting - Yankee, go home! ----------------------------- © Oleg Naumov 2004