Often you win, often you lose.
At night you sing your devil's blues.
It's time to kill, it's time to die,
There was a cry of the moon in the sky.
In your dreams, you are a rock star,
But didn't hold in your hands a guitar
And even dreams become to real,
And the veins are cut by British steel
Desire comes not at all one,
Accompanied by a charged gun.
You are free to choose your path,
But be ready to take a blood bath.
In your dreams, you are a rock star,
But didn't hold in your hands a guitar
And even dreams become to real,
And the veins are cut by British steel