Советский трубач (исполнитель: Кошачий концерт)
Bright the shine in my horn exiled and forlorn, a damp night in Berlin yes Soaked in alcohol I walk up to a doll and say "how you look good" Rejection follows me around like a dagger in my back, I tell you man it hurts [bad word] here to express myself ’cause I’m tired of these chains I’m tired of the strains, walking ‘cross the plains take me in you arms Fire red, the Stage I tread Elevate me celebrate me Extroverted but full of fear The soviet [bad word] To make them dance as fairies oh to make them sing along So close to fever pitch and oh so close to happiness I’m tempted by their flesh oh I am tempted by their stare, I don’t think I dare ’cause I am such [bad word] and I’m breaking down inside Though the world is open wide I’m drowning in it’s tide take me in your arms Fire red, the Ground I tread Elevate me celebrate me Extroverted but full of fear The soviet [bad word] Fire red, the Ground I tread Elevate me celebrate me Extroverted but full of fear The soviet [bad word]