Текст песни Радио Чача - 2030

In 2030
I'm going to turn 62.
The head will become completely gray,
But I will not retire.
I will pour sand on the stage
And grunt gasping into the microphone,
What they say, real punk rock is alive,
Pop must die.
And the audience will sing:

20 years ago you were really cool
But there is no drive and no separation,
They are waiting for you at the almshouse.

In the distant 82nd
I was 14 years old.
It seemed that 30 years it was a bastard,
It seemed 40 - you are already a grandfather.
But it's still a little different
Another thing is 62,
When the head becomes gray
When there's no way without a cane
And strained with hearing.

20 years ago I was really cool
But even today
Do nothing here.

20 years ago I was really cool
But even today
Let them take an example from me.

20 years ago you were really cool
But there is no more drive and separation,
They are waiting for you at the almshouse.

20 years ago I was really cool
But there is no drive and no separation,
They are waiting for me at the almshouses.

They are waiting there waiting for me they are waiting for me.