Autobiografia [English translation]

I was ten at the time

When the world has heard of him first,

We had a club in my basement.

A buddy of mine brought a radio

I heard "Blue suede shoes",

and I couldn't sleep that night.

The wind of change was blowing,

There was amnesty,

You could laugh again.

The buzz of cafes

Was invaded by jazz like tornado

So I wanted to play too...

My father, God knows where,

Was setting open hearth furnaces,

A nail came off my finger.

I turned the neck of my guitar to sawdust,

I played millions of silly songs,

And found out what sex was about.

The sound postcard craze,

Everyone had hundreds of those,

Insted of a new pair of jeans.

And on Saturday nights,

There was radio Luxemburg, free house and booze,

Life was good!

[Refren 1]

There was three of us

Each of different blood

But united with one goal in mind

In a few years,

To have the world at our feet,

To own everything.

A gulp of cheap wine,

And dicussions till the morning

Impatient were our souls,

One got smacked in the face,

Another would cry,

Things happened.

She was the reason of our quarell

Had a face of Pola Raksa*

Than everyone would die for.

One summer night

I took a blanket out to the roof

And I got what I wanted.

She told me there might be problems

I told her I had an exam coming.

She turned the gas knobs on

Nobody came to knock in time,

I was was alone again, like a dog.

Hundreds of various parts to play

That would quench my pain

Life has taught me.

Lying flat in bed

I wasted my time

The best time of my life.

For cheap cheers in bars

The klezmer made me play,

Things that I'm still ashamed of.

One day,

I realised that

I am useless.

Listen to me!

I have defeated myself,

Finally my dream has come true,

Crowds of thousands

Drink words from my lips,

They love me.

A fan in a hotel

Says: "I've got that on tape,

The moment they start to sing!"

I open the door

And speak no more

To four walls...