Hello, hello my lovely friend in need
Every time you say: “ It’s a really empty deed...”
Because so few fans and no Golden hits
And you’re not recognized in crowded streets
But smile, I smile, every time you say this shit!
Because I know your lie
You don't stop pushing this theme while alive
Know your lie
Every Friday evening you are drinking wine
Know your lie
Every new song won’t bring in a dime
And know your lie
I know that you know, that I know that you lie
Five and eight, and fifteen years have passed
Tiny rock-bar, with new band you play “The Best”
First gray hair result of first divorce
And your music men don't know “Mr. Tuo”
And let it be, because the new album will soon be born
Hey bastards!
Hands off!
Rest in peace!
Don’t touch my soul!
It’s imperative
Don't cross the line!
Left! Right!
And turn around!
Full of shit!
But don’t give up!
Don’t stop!
I know you lie!