Текст песни San Franciscan Nights - Eric Burdon

This following program is dedicated to the city and people of
San Francisco, who may not know it but they are beautiful and so
Is their city this is a very personal song, so if the viewer
Cannot understand it particularly those of you who are European
Residents save up all your brand and fly trans love airways to
San Francisco U.S.A., then maybe you'll understand the song, it
Will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song but for the
Sake of your own peace of mind

Strobe light beam, creates dreams
Walls move, minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night

Old child, young child
Feel all right

On a warm San Franciscan night
Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too
On a warm San Franciscan night

Old angel, young angel
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go
San Francisco

Cops face is filled with hate
Heavens above
He's on a street called "Love"
When will they ever learn?
Old cop, young cop
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night

The children are cool
They don't raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes Indians too