Радио ЧаЧа - 2030
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In the 2030th year

I will hit 6 2 ...

Will become a very gray -haired head

But I will not leave for retirement ...

I will pour sand on stage

And in the microphone, breathing, grunt,

What, they say, is a real punk rock,

And pop should die

And the hall will sing:

20 years

You were really cool back!

But drive and separation - no

They are waiting for you in the almshouse ...

In the distant 82nd
I was 14 years old:
It seemed 30 years - it was a desire,
It seemed at 40 - you are already a grandfather.
But still a little wrong
Another thing is 62.
When the gray head becomes,
When already without a cane in any way
And strained with a hearing ...

20 years
I was really cool back!
But today: Punk’s Not Dead
And nothing to do here!
20 years
I was really cool back
But even today - at least where -
Let me take an example from me!

Loss = entry

20 years
You were really cool back
But there is no longer drive and break off -
They are waiting for you in the almshouse!
20 years
I was really cool back! But there is no drive and there -
They are waiting for me in the almshouse ...

Waiting for, they are waiting, they are waiting for me,

I can’t wait in any way ...