I am at light, approachable for all, - And I commenced usual procedure: Iíve gotten up near microphone like in church ... Oh, no, today - exactly before embrasure. A microphone got immediately ill feeling - The voice of mine is known as disgusting, - Hence Iím so sure that in case Iíd lie - The amplified lie of mine is gonna be disaster Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs The animosity of lights is radiated freely They make me blind those all projectors And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A. Itís beast, as such his tip is much as thinner Itís hearing is awesome falsehood is heard - each iota It does not care that Iím not right now in the mood, - But itís OK - I am singing perfectly all notes! Today I well particularly hoarse, But I am not gonna riskily change the key, - Just after all if I get my soul swindled - There is no way itís gonna redirect it. Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs The animosity of lights is radiated freely They make me blind those all projectors And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A. Itís on the neck, which is so flexible and painful Itís moving by its head from side to side as snake. In case if song get stop - I will be bitten I am so obligated to perform - and suffer up to death Hey, donít move and freeze, just keep your stay! I saw your sting - you are the snake, I know! As of today - I am the charmer of the snake So I am not singing - Iím exorcising cobra! Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs The animosity of lights is radiated freely They make me blind those all projectors And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A. Itís gobbling with the greediness of a chick It pulls all sounds out of my throat, Itís gonna punch me in the forehead - nine grams of lead, - I cannot raise my hands - those by guitar are knitted. Again!! Thereís no opportunity to end it! What is exactly microphone of mine - who can me clarify? Right now it is like the icon-lamp, But Iím not holy - so microphone does not light. Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs The animosity of lights is radiated freely They make me blind those all projectors And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A. Melodies of mine are simpler than all gamuts, But if I miss somehow sincere tone - Iíll get immediately hurt gushing down cheeks By real shadow of the microphone I am at light, approachable for all, - And I commenced usual procedure: Iíve gotten up near microphone like in church ... Oh, no, today - exactly before embrasure. Footlights from stage - they pummel well me under ribs The animosity of lights is radiated freely They make me blind those all projectors And hotness in L.A., L.A., L.A.
© Boris Kízorin. Translation, 2015