California — текст песни (Rufus Wainwright)

California, California
You`re such a wonder that I think I`ll stay in bed
Big time rollers, part time models
So much to plunder
That I think I`ll sleep instead

I don`t know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
And big nights back east with Rhoda
California please

There`s a moment
I`ve been saving
A kind of crucifix around this munchkin land
Up north freezing, little me drooling
That`s Entertainment`s on at eight
Come on Ginger slam

I don`t know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon
And my new grandma Bea Arthur
Come on over

Ain`t it a shame that at the top
Peanut butter and jam they served you
Ain`t it a shame that at the top
Still those soft skin boys can bruise you
Yes I fell for a streaker

I don`t know this sea of neon
Thousand surfers, whiffs of freon

Ain`t it a shame
That all the world can`t enjoy your mad traditions
Ain`t it a shame that all the world
Don`t got keys to their own ignitions
Life is the longest death in California

California
You`re such a wonder that I think I`ll stay in bed
So much to plunder that I think I`ll sleep instead
You`re such a wonder that I think I`ll stay in bed
So much to plunder that I think I`ll sleep instead