Текст песни Saturday Nite At The Duck-Pond (Пётр Ильич Чайковский) с переводом

(Now what is the force of the Anti-Christ,

Which in the last of these days has the greatest appeal to the lust of the

flesh.

There’s no doubt whatsoever.

It’s something called Rock N' Roll music.)

Black is back and love is dead

Nothing left and that’s okay

I know the world is a grave

Even in her own death

She still smoked the cigarettes

I know she can’t take them there

Saturday night of the living dead

And I’m so glad to (?)

We are (?) for you baby

Your god swore (?)

Saturday night of the living dead

We get ourself tattoo’d

With images of death

You know the wicked never rest

We’ll listen to the music

That no one seems to care

It’s our life and yes we’re dead

Saturday night of the living dead

And I’m so glad to (?)

We are (?) for you baby

Your god swore (?)

Saturday night of the living dead

Whooaahh

Hey Hey Hey Hey (4x)

Saturday night of the living dead

And I’m so glad to (?)

We are (?) for you baby

Your god swore (?)

Saturday night of the living dead

Whoahhh

Whoaahh

Whoahhh

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