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Autobiography

I was ten years old
When the world heard about him.
Our club was in my basement.
A pal brought a radio down
I heard “Blue Suede Shoes”
And I couldn’t sleep at night.
The wind of renewal blew
The remains of punishments were lifted,
One could laugh again.
Into the café chatter
Jazz barged as tornado
And I wanted to play as well…
 

[My] father, God knows where,
Was building open-hearth furnace.
As for me, the nail came off my finger.
[Only] swarfs remained from the [guitar] neck,
I played a milion of different nonsenses
And I got to know what sex is.
The postcard craze:
Each of us had five hundred of them
Instead of a new pair of jeans.
And in Saturday night
There was [radio] Luxembourg, house and glasses [with alcohol].
How beautiful life was!
 

[Chorus 1]
There were three of us,
Each one with different blood,
But we had one goal:
To have, after a couple of years,
The world under our feet
And a plenty of everything.
A sip of low-quality fruit wine
And discussions until morning.
An impatient spirit was throwing fits of anger inside us.
[Sometimes] someone got hit in his nose,
Sometimes someone cried,
Something was happening.
 

She came between us.
For her face [as if] of Pola Raksa,
Everyone would die for.
Some Summer night
I brought a quilt somewhere up on the roof
And I got what I wanted.
She told me
That there may be trouble.
I told her that I have an exam.
She opened gas
No one knocked [on the door] in time
[And] again, as a dog, I was alone.
 

[Chorus 2]
A hundred different roles,
How to extinguish my pain
Life has taught me as no one else.
Laying in the bed
I wasted my time,
My best time.
In the pub, for the sake of applause,
The mediocre musician who only played for money ordered me to play
Such things that I’m still ashamed to this day.
One day
I understood that I
Have no ability at all.
 

Listen to me there!
I vanquished myself on my own,
My grand dream came true:
A thousand strong crowd
Drinks words from my lips,
They love me.
In the hotel, a fan
Says: “I have it on tape
How the song is being born in their throats”.
I open the door
And I don’t say anything more
To the four walls…
 


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