Мой Рок-н-Ролл (Би-2) / My Rock-n-Roll (BI-2) - Draft 1

Draft 1

On the plane from Moscow to NY.

My Rock-n-Roll  (BI-2)

And all that was and what was not, it's taste is bitter-sweet.
My rock-n-roll it's not a goal, not a even a phase.
It's nothing new - starting anew; it's all about it.
The road to my home, and for love it's not a place.

And all the words will fall, like rain,
And there, where you never speak my name,
The silent night will bring you some fresh winds.
From our eyes stars are gone,
And only gray steaks of the dawn -
The dawn where you never speak my name.

And what is next - it's just like you, the shadow of the present.
Long lonely road, where I went across sea and land.
There is no rest for us, my friend, and I will raise for you my hand.
I am bidding goodbye, as if to a legend.

And all the words will fall, like rain,
And there, where you never speak my name,
The silent night will bring you some fresh winds.
From our eyes stars are gone,
And only gray steaks of the dawn -
The dawn where you never speak my name.

And all that was and what was not, it's taste is bitter-sweet.
My rock-n-roll it's not a goal, not a even a phase.
It's nothing new - starting anew; it's all about it.
The road to my home, and for love it's not a place.