My darling hipster had killed himself
Having shot himself to death by taking a shot at himself with a camera
His widow is dressed in black, his friends have turned their faces away,
This part of life was lived in vain.
One should go and lie low with the music of London
Everything has passed, everything is so out-of-fashion.
(You are dressed in) narrow jeans, and a printed t-shirt,
In general, it's not important what will happen afterwards.
(Your gaze is) a gaze of (Jack) Kerouac (an American novelist and poet) your temples are gray,
It's enough, don't write into your Moleskine (a notebook) anymore.
One should go and lie low with the music of London
Everything has passed, everything is so out-of-fashion.
One should go and lie low with the music of London
Everything has passed, everything is so out-of-fashion.
One should go and lie low with the music of London
Everything is shit, everything is so out-of-fashion.