Текст песни На погосте - Я люблю рок-н-ролл

I cried out "Hoy", forgive me mom
For the fact that I love rock and roll,
I threw my fingers, picked up a guitar
And the song I dreamed to the end.
And in this world where everything dies,
Tremble with baby vodka hand
And go to pharmacies, the syringes buy
With the thought "We live once"
There is a rubber band, trembling a cigarette
In someone's children's hand,
Then with surprise, "like, and I'm already my mother!"
Look, child child.
At the age of 14, I did not know about all this,
As I loved rock and roll,
I opened my eyes, screaming "punks!"
Some drunk son.
I dreamed the song, I let go guitar
And looked around.
I cried out "Hoy", forgive me mom,
For the fact that I love rock and roll.
I cried out "Hoy", forgive me mom,
For the fact that I love rock and roll!