Magia

My bones weigh heavier each time
Everything is gray, no other color exists
Hangovers last longer
And the damn low
Has ripped out my illusion
I wonder if it will make sense
To leave life in rock'n'roll
But even if my wounds sting
The pain will tell me
That I am the one who is right
If you're feeling down, think of me
I'll sing just for you
Scratch my nose, take care of me
And I'll make you happy
How boring the road is
Tell me Jesus, where the hell is the hotel?
Rush, nerves, sleep, and sore muscles...
Magic of rock'n'roll
The first song, and I'm already fine
If you're feeling down, think of me...