ვფიქრობ ეს მაშინ დეიწერა როცა მისისიპის შტატში იყო მძლავრი ინტელექტის გაჟონვა და ავტორი მეტად გულნატკენი ჩანს ამის თაობაზე.
რა იზამ, მისისიპის შტატში დიდი ტვინ-გაჟონვაა!
QUARTER HIPPIE SONG
Brain-drain in Mississippi,
I am just a Quarter Hippie!
And tornado in Kentucky,
Hi, my name is blunt Irakli!
I could go to Greenwich Village,
And could have a goofy image!
But the power admiration,
Does not help imagination!
And the way that we are taught,
Doesn’t really fit my thought!
And I refuse to adopt so long
To the class division song! Brain-drain in Mississippi,
I am just a Quarter Hippie!
And the power admiration
This is song of Quarter Hippie, Does not help imagination!
Old ideas are worth of shipping,
I can end my cognac zipping,
And start just another tripping!
I can see the old town gentry,
They don’t want a gracious entry,
They just want to be a rent-free,
And extinguish poor more gently!
I would never dial the number,
Which would bring me power-hunger!
I would never ever wonder,
Whether I should kiss from under! Brain-drain in Mississippi,
I am just a Quarter Hippie!
I would never dial the number,
I would like to see lies ripping, That would bring me power-hunger!
I would like to see truth striping!
Brain-drain in Mississippi,
I am just a Quarter Hippie!
There’s a wind in Alabama,
Bring me truth from Dalai Lama!
Naked truth might be a drama,
But I would go to face it, Mama!
This old car has just four tires,
California has big fires;
Quarter Hippie has his bias,
Doesn’t want to join the liars! Brain-drain in Mississippi,
I am just a Quarter Hippie!
Quarter Hippie has his bias,
Doesn’t want to join the liars!
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