LA – NY Dreaming. Марк Каберман

flying on a plain in the air

      I got stamina

      So how do I dare

      To take everything in this world

      When everything’s so unfair?

      I remember what my mom told

      Once she decided to turn it off

      And to take care about all.

      Mother America,

      Your ground been blessed

      But we’re so stressed out

      So what do we do now?

      Now I’m looking at New York

      Its billboards are so high

      I can read a lotta names on it

      What we’re all looking for?

      I tell you – for a time that gets by

      So I pray for it.

      I’m looking at the Lady Liberty

      She’s so beautiful.

      Ready to look at her all night long.

      Oh, Lady Liberty,

      Tell us what we doing wrong?

      I’m looking at the ocean

      Right from your crown.

      Freedom is my poison

      And I feel it now.

      Chemtrails above my head…

      I can feel them.

      They just like teenage love

      Once they appeared – then they have gone.

      The ocean blue eyes in my memory will be there forever.

      I won’t regret about it,

      Cause it was just a fever.

      So I see the sky as it was once before,

      When I was a kid and I’ve seen everything in screaming colour.

      And as underestimated singer

      I write from the bridge.

      Million people love her

      But I wanna reach what she didn’t reach.

      I will write poetry looking at the Manhattan.

      Thinking that somewhere there a man

      I could fall in love with.

      But once he has gone.

      Anyway, I feel the wind from LA.

      Maybe one day I’ll make him stay.

      So my past and now will collide

      And it won’t be just for a night.

      Oh, Lady Liberty,

      Sorry for such a thoughts

      But when he comes

      I can see it crystal clear.

      He’s the only one my dear,

      So, please,

      Send me to LA,

      Please, make him stay.

      And bring this special wind

      To me.

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      I’m so sorry you’re not my baby.

      So sorry we passed through the time.

      Now I feel like bleachers

      Are playing to make me happy,

      Cause I’m leaving it all behind.

      You are still my favorite boy

      I know you’re not a toy,

      Instead of anybody else

      I will choose you by myself.

      There won’t be any tears,

      Now we can be friends.

      I’m standing under the rain,

      It washes away all the pain.

      Talk to me, boy,

      While I’m counting seconds

      Like a coins.

      Let’s make this day the greatest,

      Let’s become best friends.

      9. I remember…

      I remember I was only twenty four

      But didn’t know what came here for.

      I came to San Francisco

      To dance with the people in disco.

      I met a boy.

      He had long hair, beard,