Текст песни Radio Chacha - 2030

In two thousand and thirty
I'll turn sixty-two.
The head will become completely gray.
But I'm not going to retire.
I will pour sand on the stage
And grunt gasping into the microphone,
That, they say, real punk rock is alive,
Pop must die.
And the audience will sing ...

Twenty years
Back you were really cool.
But there is no drive and no separation -
They are waiting for you at the almshouse.

In the distant eighty-second
I was fourteen years old.
It seemed like thirty years was a dumbass.
It seemed forty - you are already a grandfather.
But this is all a little different.
Another thing is sixty-two.
When the head becomes gray
When there's no way without a cane
And strained with hearing.

Twenty years
Back I was really cool.
But even today
And nothing to do here.
Twenty years
Back I was really cool!
But even today
Let them take an example from me!

Twenty years
Back you were really cool.
But there is no more drive and separation -
They are waiting for you at the almshouse.

Twenty years
Back I was really cool!
But there is no drive and no separation -
They are waiting for me at the almshouse!

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