Rock and roll, in general it is a strange life, and not everyone will understand it.
There are a lot of guests, but the owner of one and often it does not carry.
He loves wine, rum, cigarettes and women, as well as without them?
But he does not care about etiquette, he makes his own bar.
He has a strange look and nervous hands, and he seemed not here.
Leaky sweater, wrinkled pants and often have nothing to eat.
But when people go to bed and in the sky shining star.
He takes his guitar, he began to play, and if I believe him? Oh yeah.
He is often very, ask a question: & quot; What do you actually want to achieve?
After all, it is quite unnecessary. To understand your strange cry? & Quot;
What to say to them - these people are blind, they can not understand.
That many were looking for just that, and it is worth to play.
He undoubtedly knows what it means to love, and sings about it every time.
He looks into her eyes again and again, but still sees us as well.
And we come to the hall, and we cry and we demand:
& Quot; Hey, Mike, come on blues, let's rock and roll & quot ;.
He begins to play. And then I realize that often it is not funny.
I did not know it. He did not know me.
And surely it should have been.
But I know and am feeling all this life.
And I want her to save himself.
I look around, how many fashion groups.
But my heart I do not believe them.
And coming home, I turn on the tape to her old rock-and-roll.
I am again with him every day
