Goodbye, America...

Good Bye Америка

When all songs subside
Which I don't know
My last paper steamship 
will give a shout in the astringent air...

Goodbye, Amerika, ooh, 
Where I have never been
Adieu forever
Take a banjo, play for me at parting
Lalai... 

Your jeans became too small for me
They teached us for so long 
To love your forbidden fruits

Goodbye, Amerika, ooh, 
Where I will never be
Whether I hear a song...

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