Текст песни Blues - Собеседник - Лысые черепа

bald Skull

When the blood boils in me, and I was brave as a lion.
When the beds will rise to immature carrots virgins.
When outside the eternal May, when revelry over the world,
Flooding the surrounding edge of the bald cranium.

Chorus: Bald, bald, bald, bald-and-a bald skull,
              Bald bald bald bald bald cranium.

They do not hide under a cap of shame, not believing in the wisdom of the hair.
Their forehead is stronger than the monolith, they break the nose is not the issue.
And the fact that you're a musician steep, so it is up to the navel,
Beat you on the way home, bald cranium.

Chorus.

And can also shave off the hair and rubbing his bald head.
Then I will go everywhere and reflect the sun.
And if the choice is beyond me, they say, where is my trail,
I will go clearly that not one where the bald cranium.

Chorus.