Rock-n-roll is dead (BG)
Which nerve faces – be trouble;
I remember, was a heaven, I don't remember where;
We'll meet again, we'll say "Hello", –
In this there is something not that;
But Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no,
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I;
Those that love us, look at us after.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no.
From now on, time will flow in straight;
Step up, step sideways – their world behind.
I burned their life as a pile of newspapers –
There remained only the dirty asphalt;
But Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no,
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I;
Those that love us, look at us after.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I…
…yet no.
Elbow to elbow, brick in the wall;
We were standing too proudly – we pay threefold:
For those who will never forgive us for what
Rock-n-roll is dead, and we yet no,
Rock-n-roll is dead, and we;
Those that love us, look at us after.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and we;
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no,
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I;
Those that love us, look at us after.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I…
Which nerve faces – be trouble;
I remember, was a heaven, I don't remember where;
We'll meet again, we'll say "Hello", –
In this there is something not that;
But Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no,
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I;
Those that love us, look at us after.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no.
From now on, time will flow in straight;
Step up, step sideways – their world behind.
I burned their life as a pile of newspapers –
There remained only the dirty asphalt;
But Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no,
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I;
Those that love us, look at us after.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I…
…yet no.
Elbow to elbow, brick in the wall;
We were standing too proudly – we pay threefold:
For those who will never forgive us for what
Rock-n-roll is dead, and we yet no,
Rock-n-roll is dead, and we;
Those that love us, look at us after.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and we;
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I still no,
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I;
Those that love us, look at us after.
Rock-n-roll is dead, and I…