Текст The Traveling Wilburys – Margarita

Mar—ga—rita, ah
Mar—ga—rita, ah
Ooh

It was in Pittsburgh, late one night

Still the sun went down your way
Down from the blue into the gray
Where I stood I saw you walk away
You danced away

I asked her what we’re gonna do tonight
She said «Cahuenga Langa-Langa-Shoe Box Soup»
We better keep tryin’ till we get it right
Tala mala sheela jaipur dhoop

She wrote a long letter on a short piece of paper

Mar—ga—rita