Updiverss - No Rock No Roll | Тексты и переводы песен | British Wave

Cursed are these pavements
I'm walking upon
Blessed are the walls of praying
In wich I was born

Three days of freedom
Chocolate in veins
Me and my girlfriend Frida
Took a trip by train

I`m in the danger of wounding my soul
Sweet sounds of banjo,no rock,no roll

Quite often I think
Lying in bed
Either I kill my passions
Or I will be dead

On TV they`re talking
Again of things being done
Is that what they call a problem?
I`ve got some real one.

I`m in true danger of loosing my soul
Sweet sounds of banjo,no rock,no roll