Дип Пёпл ин рок [Deep Purple In Rock] [English translation]

He sings his songs, written a hundred years ago,

Having forgot its lyrics, he gets down on the floor,

Takes out his cigarette case, smokes a joint,

And stares at the ceiling, seeing a silent movie there.

Here are Beatles and the war, faces of old friends,

The Young Pioneers salute and the Soviet people,

He looks like the king of prehistorical beasts,

He has alone survived the ice age.

The century died, though it wasn't really lived out:

All that helped to swim, now lays at the bottom.

Only guitars are more expensive with the years,

While guitarists are losing their value.

He hears no words, he doesn't see the smirks,

There are his favorite sounds, all the rest is a mirage,

His life is releasing the landing gear and flaps,

And slowly starting its last circle.

He lives not feeling the ground under his feet,

And he doesn't care about either "Pro" or "Contra",

His house is aground like a dreadnought,

And his sagged posters are like ship's sails.

He'll fall asleep in New Year without dreams and strength,

And in his dream he'll hear the bell at the doors:

Jimmy Page will bring a bottle of tequila to him

And the new vinyl LP "Deep Purple In Rock"

• Artist:Mashina vremeni
• Album:Машинально