Текст песни RADIO ЧАЧА - 2030

In the year 2030
I will be 62 ...
Your head will become completely gray
But I won’t retire ...
I will pour sand onto the stage
And into the microphone, gasping, gasping,
What, they say, is real punk rock alive,
And pop must die
And the hall will sing:

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

In the distant 82nd
I was 14 years old
30 years seemed like a longing
It seemed at 40 - you're already a grandfather.
But still a little wrong
Another thing is 62.
When the head becomes gray
When already without a cane
And with a rumor strained ...

20 years ago I was really cool
But today: Punks Not Dead
And do nothing here
20 years ago I was really cool
But even today, wherever
Let me take an example

20 years ago you were really cool!
But there’s 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 separation
They are waiting for me at the almshouse!

They are waiting, there they are waiting for me, they will not wait in any way ...