I have never been to America yet
- and I have no intention.
Me to get whacked by some dude, for a Dollar, two, even three,
I have no such nerves.
And I would really like to see California,
And few other spots,
But I have a big phobia,
From those drug-lords and dark black cats.
So, sorry USA, maybe you are okay,
maybe the stories trick me, but I would rather stay here.
And I have never been to Soviet Union
- and I have no intention.
I would be in that Union like in some cage,
I have no such nerves.
But I would really like to come all the way to Rostov
Or to Georgia.
I am afraid of such vast space,
Maybe my illusions would get lost somewhere.
Excuse me, SSSR, maybe you are completely fair,
Maybe the stories trick me, but I would rather stay here.
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America is lovely, beautiful even,
As Paja Patak known as Donald Duck lives there,
But not everyone is like Donald, I am frightened by that Ronald,
That one is troublesome.
Some connections Russians and me have. (Horosho!*)
That Dostoevsky simply sweeps me off my feet.
But not everyone is like Dostoevsky, I am frightened by Sibirevski*,
That one is cold!
But I often sang in Virovitica
- and fared well.
Even if tall cliffs were all around Virovitica,
I would come again.
In Virovitica there are no pressures,
And everyone lives peacefully, like hippies, in Virovitica.
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