Герои рок-н-ролла [Молодая шпана] [Geroi rok-n-rolla [Molodaya shpana]] [English translation]

It's time to quit my business,

I'm tired of being the Ambassador of rock 'n' roll

In this country of no rhythm.

I'm not afraid already of those who's sure in me.

We dance on the tables on Saturday night,

We are old and we cannot help to anybody,

But we don't want to obstruct anybody,

Give us the Savings Bank's accounts,

and then we'll go fast away;

I'll buy the Arp synthesizer and drum-machine,

And I'll make my musical records all alone,

With two or three friends, peacefully,

until my hair became gray...

If you only knew how I'm sick of the scandal;

I'm ready to go away, hey, who's here

Vying for my pedestal?

Where are the young hooligans

Who will wipe us off the face of the Earth?

They don't exist, no, no, no...

My place in the sun is as hot as an oven.

I want to sleep, but I have no place to lie down.

I have already nothing,

What I could or would want to save;

And we fly at the full speed in this strange way,

And there's no door, where we could enter.

It's funny to think that there are still people

Who still have everything ahead.

"Live fast, die young" -

This is the old slogan, but I want to be alive.

But someone is pulling my tongue,

And where the house stood, now there's smoke;

But probably, there's no other path/way,

Forward means where the red light is lit...

Where are the young hooligans

Who will wipe us off the face of the Earth?

Where are the young hooligans

Who will wipe us off the face of the Earth?

They don't exist, no, no, no...

• Artist:Akvarium
• Album:Синий альбом