New bands? What the hell for? They're like bullets made of shit!
Yes, the flow is strong, albeit liquid, but
Tver city is no fucking Woodstock! Yeah, yeah!
So many new names in the magazines, it gets on my nerves!
Everybody's trying to fuck with my head!
I'd rather listen to Bach!!!
Go fuck yourse-e-elves! We're listening to Ba-a-ach!
Go fuck yourse-e-elves! We're listening to Ba-a-ach!
Come on!
In our land, in the open field, everybody is a guitar player again.
Again they're singing about the problems, the imperfections of the system,
As if protests are in vogue again!
Like cards in the deck!
Another man's shirt is nearer to their bodies!
I'd rather listen to Bach!!!
Go fuck yourse-e-elves! We're listening to Ba-a-ach!
Go fuck yourse-e-elves! We're listening to Ba-a-ach!
Come on, yeah!!! Yeah-yeah-yeah!!! Bach-Bach-Bach! Bach-Bach-Bach!!!