(песня)
Long-haired brothers and long-standing nice
I've quite lost my cold
Rock'n'roll is dead, yea, lip-service come
O Jesus, tell me why?
Yes, on the level
My sorrow is great
Keep knives away from children
God save the poor rolling-stone!
My leading question is my livid life
O dark layers in my soul!
Lone star is bright, yea, but the heart is cold
O Jesus resque me!
It's crazy road...
My country is frost
Siberian snow, I'm a stranger
God save the poor rolling-stone!
...Yea, Siberian snow, ooooooooooh...
1990