Текст песни Безумный сельский органист Маркус Кримбл - Песня Старого Фрика

My love, take my coat,
And show me the quiet area -
I'm going to ski hard grease.
The next day, I can not remember for nothing
Neither the club nor the group on the poster.

I love the evening habitation,
Empty dance floor in the rays of the concert dust
Where each band in his special style
Trying to sell to me as his own,
Netlenku that and so on vinyl.

I'm an old freak with a leaky head.
I'm thirty years on this topic.
A knock at my door.
"Who?" - Ask -
"Shadows,
For you, for you, for you. "

I'm an old freak, I see the dream
From year to year, about where my hemlock?
My love, scram-ka you here
Wheel, wheel, wheel.