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On a long and boring road
East of Omaha city,
You can listen to the sound of the engine,
Who skips the same note
Or think about the girl
From which you were last night.
But your thoughts turn into nonsense,
How it often happens
When you go sixteen hours,
And you just have nothing more to do.
You do not really want to shake -
If this trip is over!

And here I am
Again on the way.
Here I am
On the stage.
Here I am
Again the rank rank again.
Here I am...
Turn the page.

You go to the restaurant,
Tired of expensive
And feel glances,
Trembling with cold.
You make the view that it does not bother you,
But actually inside everything explodes ...

Sometimes you hear their conversation.
But, as before,
You hear the same thing:
"Is this a man or a woman?".
But there are always more of them
And you do not dare to say something to them.

And here I am
Again on the way.
Here I am
On the stage.
Here I am
Again the rank rank again.
Here I am...
Turn the page.

And then, in the rays of spotlights
For Millon miles from that place
Everything, to the last droplet of energy,
You try to squeeze out of yourself.
And sweat flows for you,
How the music you play.

And later in the evening,
When do you go to bed,
Echo from amplifiers
Rings in your head.
You smoke a cigarette before bedtime,
And you remember what the girl said.

And here I am
Again on the way.
Here I am
On the stage.
Here I am
Again the rank rank again.
Here I am...
Turn the page.
And here I am
Again on the way.
Here I am
On the stage.
Here I am
Again the rank rank again.
Here I am...
Turn the page.
Here I am...