Лео Каин - Save rock and roll - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“Mom, I ask you not to scold me if I go to bed before you. I closed the door, rock and roll is gone, my life is now chips and talk shows."

Some Thursday. 10:15 am. I’m going to school with my grandmother and counting how many Beers we’ll meet on our way,

Then I divide by the number of people on the bus, from whom they reek of drunkenness and sweaty “overcoat”:

It’s hard for the occupiers of harsh everyday life to move forward without a hundred grams. I understand... on Thursday, at 10:15 am, I would also take it on my chest in order to perceive the words of the teachers more ironically.

I hate them. Those and others. And as luck would have it, they are everywhere. They don’t let me forget about the situation I’m in: on the way to study, and not to my own office, and not even from a cool concert, I’m sleepily rushing to my chambers.

There is no office, and, thanks to my family, my regular place of overnight stays cannot be called chambers.

And there are concerts. I, like my fellow traveler, am sick of what is happening, but, damn it, I am an attractive person, and he is a half-decomposed homeless person.

Well, how can you play your social role in such a skin worn out over the years, clothing markets and irregular showers?

After all, everyone around is someone’s parent, neighbor, son or my teacher...

Do they simply not look in the mirror when leaving the house, or is there a self-protective glitch in their program at that moment?

The others also look at each other, and the grandmother just stares. He probably doesn't know it's indecent.

I’m not like that: everything I think about people, I say in her ear, so as not to offend anyone’s personality.

"So what? What's special? Just don't notice that's all! Better look out the window, how nice the weather is,” she muttered.

- “If you don’t like the exhaust gases from factories that change the weather, look at the dog at the bus stop. I feel sorry for the poor thing, tattered and abandoned by someone - just look at me or at the handrails.”

Of course, I had something to object to, but it took a second to understand that it wouldn’t reach the old one, that being in the grip between “only today buckwheat is a ruble cheaper” and armchair arguments about politics doesn’t make my sophisticated fucking soul very happy.

How can I tell the people closest to me that their life is the worst nightmare of my future? How likely is it for me to avoid something like this? After all, I have seen these people since birth, and children are sponges.

My future, desired wife, a rebel and lead singer from a rock band, will not understand the nostalgic desire to listen to Vaenga before bed, just because I was accidentally fed it while I was breastfeeding.

This is how the prices of Desire shares fall, because even these thoughts are just part of what makes me want to burp.

Instead of traveling around the world, exciting the masses with your antics and falling asleep every morning with a new person in a new place, in general, doing what you want, you can only talk about it.

And also, a little later, I’ll come to the conclusion that even hated drunks have more freedom - they want to drink, and they drink.

Somewhere there is a bottle and the opportunity to empty it, even on a weekday morning.

Some nonentities spend all their time on what they need... it doesn’t work out for me anyway. Even like theirs - burying yourself alive.

Airports, parties, guitar, yoga, Buddhism, sex, drugs, restaurants, metro... All that remains is to forget and digest this fact - I am part of something else: instead of flying into space, taking birth from a stranger with broken hands, or saving the world out of anger, I got “overweight”, “my friend’s boyfriend is an asshole” and “the cutlets burned again”.

And, at about twenty years old, in order to at least officially look from above at the world revolving around me (sorry, in the other direction), the goal of my whole life will be salary and status brands.

Or rather, how they will become... They will become. After all, that Thursday was a couple of years ago, and all my dreams remained in my favorite series.

Rock and roll is still only in the player, and even there they don’t let it live,

angry comments from relatives. Listening to music without headphones is now my biggest rebellion.

Torn between “sell yourself into office slavery, for the sake of success” and “hitchhiking around the world, for the sake of freedom,” the little soul was stuck in slavery to her grandmother, to new trousers, to