Текст песни Чернецкий и Папа Карло - Злой и молодой рок-н-ролл

Live eye, carelessness,

The empty pockets empty of hope,

Like a hundred years under his belt already,

Apathy in the body - unshaven in the shower.

 

Bad institution unnecessary knowledge,

Parents looking for his son calling,

Stable work of a big deficit,

Past life - a continuous suicide.

 

CHORUS:

Do you play guitar, you life playing football.

You're not in the mood - angry young rock and roll.

 

Your intellect blade thinner

Spiritually rich as Cres, even more.

Religions all unimportant to you,

With its world you're in a state of war.

 

Plagued by the same Orpheus, six-string lyre,

And carry it contempt for the world in songs,

You're waiting for the fate of his fame in the bend,

To do the same, but for the money already.

 

CHORUS:

Do you play guitar, you life playing football.

You're not in the mood - angry young rock and roll.