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Translation
The Rock-and-Roll Muse
I have left their flock as all my former rock idols are dead,
Only your shallow breath in my verses became a blood kin,
I am watching the smoke of your cigarettes wander through city dread,
When it comes off your weary head.
The muse of rock-n-roll with a picture on ripe shoulder skin,
You are splendid, and we are still far from the ultimate end.
But if the push comes to shove, we're ready to meet fate of astronaut Che,
And dispense with our proud heads.
We are living with you for as long as our denim survives,
The embodiment of Russian plains, brigadier of blue skies.
I am singing inspired by you, to the sky then my soul flies away,
When it comes off my weary head.
They have finished all songs and they've lost their last living breath,
Wretched kings of the oxygen bags, their minds're in the sky.
When the word is as dirty as body, then the flying skill withers away,
When it tries to leave your own head.
Out of all rock-n-roll arts the drum's most important bar none,
That will die when the spark of our victory flashes on the ruins 'f Neva.[1]
But when you are right next to me then I am always delightfully drunk,
I'm horseman without a head...
Rock-n-roll music, my muse, cherished love of young Ufa [2] bluesman.
Rock-n-roll music, my muse, young maid of Saint Petersburg school days.
What awaits me and you, my thoughts are not new,
I am your Bronze Horseman [3] -
Man without a head..
Man without a head..
Man without a head..
Man without...
St. Sol✕
DDT: Top 3
| 1. | Это всё (Eto vsyo) |
| 2. | Родина (Rodina) |
| 3. | Метель (Metel') |
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