Maradj a hangszernél [English translation]

The principal yells, the high school resounds

He leads me to the exit, his index finger is up

Don't even come back, or make it close-cropped

Because with hair like this, you can't come here anymore

My friend in the park offers me another cigarette

His principles are clean, life is complicated

He says, the team is waiting for me, the team that's resisting boldly

Because we can't take this tyranny anymore

And my little, red girlfriend whispers aglow

She would work with me on a happy future

We'll be there on the edge, when the world changes

An old man sizes me up then ambles forth

My heart pounds too, I am the one who got humiliated

I would rebel, and I would have more than enough reasons to

But the old man stands there again and sizes me up

To me this means, stick to the instrument

Where the park was, now there is a hotel, a pompous party

For the perfect order, here a doorman watches

Sir, where did you leave your jacket and tie?

This is how it was lots of years ago in the Metro club too

I'm about to turn away, he barely catches me

My friend hugs me: "Thanks, for coming!"

The champagne is cold too, one glass won't hurt

We remember the bench that was exactly here

And the reporter asks, and he responds in english

He is honest and eager, now he is the boss here

"We've won the fight, that we refused to gave up"

And the red haired beautiful lady doesn't take her eyes off of him

And using the old voice she whispers, her husband counts on me

What's the guitar is for, from now on you'll need something else

But the old man stands there again, and sizes me up

To me it means, stick to your instrument

The success is sky high, and there he smiles at me

My friend on the front pages of newspapers

Although, I barely understand what's he's saying

But judging by his ties, he can't have too much problems

I am who I was, that's enough for me

And I don't worry about what else would I need

Because my family and my dog are good to me

And I'm not at home if anybody is looking for me at a sunday afternoon

Lots of us payed dearly for the dreams

And other people made the world turn around

Although sometimes I don't know what drives me

I'm just trying to play the song through all the noise

And the old man comes sometimes, stops, sizes me up

Then simply nods: stick to the instrument