Radio and highway, violet stars,
You enter LA in stream of the cars,
City of sins, it breaks the dream,
Miss a chance, and you're fired of team.
Rocking your mind, thrashing your soul,
Lost Angeles is place of vice and foul,
The birth of death, and love last scream,
Watch angel throw away its nimb.
Dirty squares, dirty hands, dirty money,
Silver lonely tears and words so stunning,
One against all, because all against one,
Love is a war, beware of loaded gun!
Lost Angeles
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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