ðèñê åñòü. ñîðâàòüñÿ ñ êðàÿ íåáà -
íåïðåêðàòèâøååñÿ øîó
òû ëåãêèé è æèâîé. òåáå áû
èãðàòü âñå âðåìÿ ðîê-í-ðîëë.
êîãäà ïðîíèçûâàåò ìûøöû
áîëü, íàäî âûáðàòü èç äâóõ çîë.
çàáûòü ïðî âñÿêèå òàì triste,
âêëþ÷àòü è ñëóøàòü ðîê-í-ðîëë.
äûõàíüå áûñòðîå. áåçóìñòâî.
èãëîé äîâåðèÿ óêîë.
æèòü - âîïëîùåíèå èñêóññòâà,
ëþáèòü, èãðàÿ ðîê-í-ðîëë.
ðåâíóÿ äåíü ê ñâîåé ðàáîòå,
âåñü âå÷åð òàíöåâàòü, ÷òîá ïîë
íå âûíåñ ðàäîñòåé ñóááîòû,
òàêèõ, êàê ýòîò ðîê-í-ðîëë.
"òû çíàåøü, ýòî î÷åíü ãëóïî..." –
âåñü ìèð íà ðàäîñòÿõ çàìîëê –
"ëþáëþ, öåëóÿ òâîè ãóáû,
â êîòîðûõ ñëûøó ðîê-í-ðîëë".
There’s risk: to fall down from the sky
It’s almost neverending show.
You’re lively and you’re very light
You’d better play this rock’n’roll.
When pain goes slightly through the heart
And you’re choosing some bad goal.
Try not to take this life so hard,
Cause you can hear rock’n’roll.
The breath is fast. Somewhere apart
You’re playing only one good role.
Our life’s becoming peace of art:
Just love and listen rock’n’roll.
You’re spending days on boring things
But you can dance if night will call.
The floor on Saturday will sink,
While you’re dancing rock’n’roll.
"It’s stupid, it will always be..." –
and still it’s silence in the world -
"I love to kiss your tender lips
And taste your own rock’n’roll".