Текст песни Наив - 2030

In the year 2030
I will be 62 ...
Your head will become completely gray
But I won’t retire ...
I will pour sand onto the stage
And into the microphone, gasping, gasping,
What, they say, is real punk rock alive,
And pop must die
And the hall will sing:

20 years ago you were really cool & # 33;
But there is no drive and separation
Waiting for you at the almshouse & # 33;

In the distant 82nd
I was 14 years old
30 years seemed like a longing
It seemed at 40 - you're already a grandfather.
But still a little wrong
Another thing is 62.
When the head becomes gray
When already without a cane
And with a rumor strained ...

20 years ago I was really cool
But today: Punks Not Dead
And do nothing here
20 years ago I was really cool
But even today, wherever
Let me take an example

20 years ago you were really cool & # 33;
But there is no more drive and separation
Waiting for you at the almshouse & # 33;
20 years ago I was really cool & # 33;
But there is no drive and separation
Waiting for me at the almshouse & # 33;

They are waiting, there they are waiting for me, they will not wait in any way ...