Текст песни Мантра - Не рок-н-ролл

You have a job, I have a dream -
Do not go for bread.
You have your own home, but I want to live.
Often I think where.
You have friends, I have - my way
Through the arch and svverik -
On a familiar attic, where some kind of asshole
Again locked doors.

Dog life is not rock and roll,
Although - it looks like:
All the same joy in boots
With exterior skin.
But the rock and roll is not to judge us
And not now.
Rock and Roll himself will judge us.

You have freedom - I have words
And decrease to listen.
You have a debt, I have - to hell
And with dawn dries.
You have Grebenshchikov, I have my own guitar
And your beard, only I never
I will not be old.

They say that shelter is where they give
Do not kick under the ass.
And I stand on the edge and not to be me in paradise.
But - I'm not hiding my eye.
This paradise sometimes floods water -
Everything decides the case.
You have a lot, I have - fate.
It is still better.