Californian Goose

It’s been already seven months I left my home
I had a power bank inside my human dome
It drives on empty, no recharge - it’s free of charge
We came to Berlin
from the countryside in March

To tell in songs how we had balls with kangaroos
While breaking thru controls and boarders having RUS
ID, we carried case of shoes
You wanna be in mine?
A lot I had to loose

I am red-flippered goose
Only if I could choose
Would spread my wings and fly away
To Californian LA
But I don’t have Green Card
And live my life as bard
Mmmmmmmm
Life’s getting hard

It’s been already seven months I lost my pride
I took away my social mask wild wind to ride
No cards, no flights, I walked the line not having guide
I played a game
pretending being BonnieClyde

To sing my songs about sharks and crocodiles
I chased while surfing in Australian Paradise
With passport RUS
I left my shoes
Was overweight
On back-way — hate!
A supervisor went too far
I brought
on board three’n’thirty
pounds
and my guitar

I am red-flippered goose
Only if I could choose
Would spread my wings and fly away
To Californian LA
But I don’t have Green Card
And live my life as bard
Mmmmm
Life’s getting hard
Life’s getting hard
Life’s getting hard
Life’s getting hard…

Music Video https://youtu.be/x-1-Ug942oY?si=wx--47ndJ13wrzzM