It's terrible for me to come to a barbecue on a red Ford
It's not just bandits hiding in the night darkness
There is a plate of chicken on the table and a fork with a glass next to it
Pizza with olives and cherry tomatoes lying next to it
A cup of coffee among the beans and fresh croissants to it
My head is like an apple today, and it hurts as if under fire
We load it on the tank . Helicopter to the parking lot