Текст песни Алиса - Рок-н-ролл это не работа

I sit on a chair
In Omsk and Tula.
Outside, nature,
On the table - a glass .
And wandering in Russia
Bad, Lord, save them!
Rolls on the roads
Their noisy farce .
Rock-n-Roll - it does not work ,
Rock-n-Roll - this is a joke .
Labeled , smear, firmly tied ,
Everyone who came here .
Tabor over the world ,
Mnemonic grass , planet ,
leapfrog flash
Earth city .
Tomorrow again in a new place ,
All the cards on the spot.
It's a long time , it's forever .