Mexico — текст песни (Jefferson Airplane)

by Grace Slick

Owsley and Charlie, twins of the trade,
Come to the Poet`s Room
Talking about the problems of the leaf,
And yes, it`ll be back soon

There used to be tons of gold and green
Comin` up here from Mexico
A donde esta la planta, mi amigo, del sol?
[The translation is: "Where is the plant, my friend, of the sun."]

But Mexico is under the thumb
Of a man we call Richard
And he`s come to call himself king
But he`s a small-headed man
And he doesn`t know a thing
About how to deal for you

How to deal for you
There are millions of you now
I mean it`s not as if you were alone
There are brothers everywhere
Just waiting for a toke on that gold
And God knows how far it can go

But thanks Uncle Charlie
For your Mexican smoke
You`re a legend Owsley
For your righteous dope

There were a half a million people on the lawn
And we sang to the faces in the dark
How long must that damn race
Wait for the jailer`s time to end?
How long must the Panther race
Wait for the iron bars to bend?
And no no no no no nobody waits