Paradise (Csáková Ilona)

Paradise Letiště, podzemka Na každý station Vidím je, cítím je A strange vibration Loud voices are shouting Tisíce faces White stíny, black stíny So many races Paradise Hey sister, some spare change ? Já drobný nemám Where are you from ? Jsem z Prahy Já vám nic nedám From Europe ? I know Paris It's a nice city Hey sister, chci prachy Come on, you pretty To není svět z barevnejch plakátů Spíš tíseň černobílejch hororů We want it and get it So better give us Mý věci, mý prachy Nobody hear your crying We'll live here, we'll die here We are the creatures We're born to kill another Big Apple preachers Paradise At the corner in a taxi Chlapi jsou fightin' From the window on the third floor Na mě tak divně koukaj Na Broadway on a cold day in mid November Lidi crying, lidi dying No one remember So dirty, so violent I can't believe it A Gangster, a killer with an evil spirit No sunshine, no raining, no vegetation Big Apple, big atoll, an isolation It's not like pictures in the magazine It's more a moment from a horror scene The city hurts you with the killing sound It's like the noise of velvet underground Paradise We want it and get it So better give us Your luggage, your money Nobody hears my crying We'll live here, we'll die here We are the creatures We're born to kill another Big Apple preachers Big Apple, Big Apple a žádnej New York Big Apple, Big Apple Probuď se ze sna baby Big Apple, Big Apple Where do you going Big Apple, Big Apple My dream is fading Big Apple, Big Apple Where do you going Big Apple, Big Apple My dream is fading Big Apple, Big Apple Where do you going Big Apple, Big Apple My dream is fading Paradise, paradise, paradise