magura

• brazzaville şarkısı. sözleri şöyle:
  
  take me to magura
  to while the years away
  the tinkling of the cowbells
  and smells of drying hay
  the rainfall in the mountains
  will wash away my fears
  and all the foolish things
  that i've done throughout the years
  
  i grew up in the city not far from east l.a.
  with rows of dusty palm trees
  and millions of freeways
  traffic jams and cholos
  and perverts in the park
  and teenage girls who sold
  their little bodies after dark
  
  i'll plant a little garden
  take up astronomy
  and search for supernovas
  in neighboring galaxies
  i'll go to bed by midnight
  and wake up with the dawn
  and play my old guitar
  while this sad world rolls along