Somewhere in Australia where the sun is a curse,
And each day is followed by another slightly worse,
And the brick red dust blows thicker than the shifting desert sand,
And the men dream and wish for a fair and greener land.
And each day is followed by another slightly worse,
And the brick red dust blows thicker than the shifting desert sand,
And the men dream and wish for a fair and greener land.
Somewhere in Australia where the mail is always late,
Where a Christmas card in April is considered up-to-date,
Where we never have a pay day and we never pay the rent,
But we never miss the money 'cause we never get it spent.
Where a Christmas card in April is considered up-to-date,
Where we never have a pay day and we never pay the rent,
But we never miss the money 'cause we never get it spent.
Somewhere in Australia where the ants and lizards play,
And a hundred fresh mosquitos reinforce the ones you slay,
So take me back to good old Sydney where I can hear the tramway bell,
For this god-forsaken place is just a substitute for hell!
And a hundred fresh mosquitos reinforce the ones you slay,
So take me back to good old Sydney where I can hear the tramway bell,
For this god-forsaken place is just a substitute for hell!
(Source Curtin's Cowboys, Australia's Secret Bush Commandos by Richard and Helen Walker)
Na celý život kdesi v Austrálii bych si asi netroufl - zvlášť, když tu říkanku podpoříš obrazovým doprovodem :)
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