Текст песни RADIO ЧАЧА - Влюбленный Металлист

You're beautiful, like Kirk Hammett
In the best years.
We are with you each other
Ideal.
My heart was pounding,
How barrel with cardan.
Do not break my love
Neither sledgehammer or a battering ram.
Because it
Made of metal.
Without you I'm like "Aria"
Without Kipelova.

Fans muddy circle pit,
We hold each other's hands,
And kissing passionately
Right in the middle of the circle.
About bloody bowel
vocalist screaming from the scene.
This is my favorite lyrics,
But with you I was not to slam.

Come to my house.
I am yours and only yours.

I felt cramped in my leather pants,
Fly so painful cuts in the groin.
No more strength to endure this passion,
I want you to tell me now give.
I pulled off your teeth, your boots
And otschёlknu all rivets on your bracelet.
Remove the black leather jackets and you including the group «Kiss».
I - in love metalworker.

I'm calling on your door,
I come to you with flowers,
With a whole bunch of new disks
And magazines about metal.
But no one opens,
I listened and realized:
Behind the wall «Green Day» plays
And someone moaning.

I felt cramped in my leather pants,
Fly so painful cuts in the groin.
No more strength to endure this passion,
I dream of you to tell me now give.
But you have to go to the freak with a mohawk on the head.
I seek solace in his own hand
And crying evenings under the ballad «Judas Priest».
After all, I - unhappy metalworker.

I felt cramped in my leather pants,
Fly so painful cuts in the groin.
No more strength to endure this passion,
I want you to tell me now give.
I pulled off your teeth, your boots,
And otschёlknu all rivets on your bracelet.
Remove the black leather jackets and you including the group «Kiss».
I - in love metalworker.