Pet Cemetery [Russian translation]

Ok, wir spielen ein Lied für euch und für Joey Ramone, der zu Ostern leider verstorben ist.

Under the arc of the weather stain boards

Ancient goblins, and warlords

Come out of the ground, not making a sound

The smell of death is all around

And the nights come and the cold wind blows

No one cares and nobody knows

I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery

I don't want to live my life again

I'll follow Victor to a sacred place

There ain't no dream I can escape

Molars and fangs and clicking of bones

Spirits moaning among the tombstones

When the night has come and the moon is bright

Someone cries and something ain't right

I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery

I don't want to live my life again

Oh no

The moon is full, the air is still

All of a sudden I feel a chill

Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away

Skeletons dance, I curse this day

And on the night when the wolves cry out

Listen close and you can hear me shout

I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery

I don't want to live my life again

Oh no