Dawn colored by scarlet
Torn edges of twilight.
Us are very much - you and me.
As you look at each other!
In your crowd, I'm just a passer-by.
Your hopes are there, at the bottom,
where the tinsel and the glitter of stones,
you are part of it, you have become like it,
with life in trapped of a bright falsity,
with life without true music.
No comment, no comment.
Your love has hit the heart.
To hell with all the rules, the old rules,
evening, freedom and rock today with me.
The evening creeps through the cries of birds,
Through the labyrinth of unnecessary faces,
Through the emptiness of other's eye sockets.
Let remain pretentious fools
rules of your glamor.
No comment, no comment.
Your love has hit the heart.
To hell with all the rules, the old rules,
evening, freedom and rock today with me.
From the stage, pouring languor in terry style homo.
Everyone here knows the work on his pocket.
Slaves of plywood, forget about manners,
A production sofa will not add to you a talent!
No comment, no comment.
Your love has hit the heart.
To hell with all the rules, the old rules,
evening, freedom and rock today with me.
No comment, no comment.
the points are arranged, the freaks are crushed.
Rock, and love, and friends, and freedom -
this is our world, and you don't have access there.
Night, you will understand me, you are with me today.