San Franciscan Nights歌词

作词 : Eric Burdon/The Animals
作曲 : Eric Burdon/The Animals
This following program is dedicated to the city and people of San Francisco
Who may not know it, but they are beautiful.
And so is their city.
This is a very personal song,
So if the viewer cannot understand it, particularly those of you who are European residents,
Save up all your bread, and fly Trans-Love Airways to San Francisco, USA.
Then, maybe, you'll understand the song.
It will be worth it, if not for the sake of this song, but for the sake of your own piece of mind.

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