A Rock & Roll rugója [English translation]

What an idol, the mount is in front of him, he holds his microphone

The sweety is shivering, the pant was dropped to the corner long ago

She is a good girl, nothing is missing, come and give me a hug

Her saliva is hot, I'm her type, altough she is a bastard mixture

The door is open, the engine reached the maximum rev in me

I tell you the place, but this time go to somewhere else instead of the last one for it

Then bring the stuff here, but deal it in a good way, let me not smoke the garbage

I cover my mouth, just tell me the number and call me at an other time

Don't worry, the cake will be spiced

Just let us have enough grass for it

I would tell you anything else in vain

What an idol, the mount is in front of him, he holds his microphone

The sweety is shivering, the pant was dropped to the corner long ago

She is shallow and when some juice slips down her throat some time

It whirls me like the most destructive high wind

The cake will be spiced

Just let us have enough, grass, buy it in

I would tell you anything else in vain

R: Believe me it's not my fault

This is the place where that damned storck put me down

Believe me it's not my fault

The spring of rock'n'roll stretches me from the inside

Believe me it's not my fault

This is the place where that damned storck put me down

Believe me it's not my fault

The spring of rock'n'roll stretches me from the inside

Believe me it's not my fault

This is the place where that damned storck put me down

Believe me it's not my fault

The spring of rock'n'roll stretches me from the inside