San Franciscan Nights — текст песни (The Animals)

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