The rock'n'roll star must die -
It's an axiom.
Wake up, dear,
Sorry for not letting you see [your dream].
While you were sleeping, I made off from home on the sly,
To learn that there's life and death.
Any line is a scar on the face, a mark of a splinter,
Lodged in the head, it won't let anyone get old.
While you were sleeping,
The rock'n'roll star
Must die
Die.
The rock'n'roll star must die,
No kidding.
He should overcome three thirds and leave for the fourth third.
Today the moon shines so bright above the balcon
That it's painful to look
At this picture:
The kitchen, drunk and naked,
Filled with everything that could make him high,
The rock'n'roll star finishes his rum with some cola
And must die.
Die.
The rock'n'roll star
Must die very soon.
Mute his voice,
Melt down, burn out.
During an insane coda, during a guitar solo,
Fly up.
A lamp will be broken,
In the silence of the stadium
A siren will cry long
[Like a baby] for an injection...
Apparently he won't sing anymore.
Because the rock'n'roll star
Should die...
Die.