1. He’s stroking with a brush head drum Very dearly He’ve heard this song, he was succumb. He owned a rhythm And he could breath fumes And he could infect with bit And we went over to «you» And began travelling...
CHORUS: Drummer, wait for me, crazy drummer, I need a breath after your power with sticks.. And make a favor for your lips.. And one hour I’ll come to grips… I like your wrighting on your drums....ha!
2. So, our space is woven from the same thread - It's just a common sign. I know racing is a very dangerous game, And all you need is to lie. You need power for the fight, And strengh to believe.. And we will blow up tonight! And people will not forgive!
CHORUS: Drummer, wait for me, crazy drummer, I need a breath after your power with sticks.. And make a favor for your lips.. And one hour I’ll come to grips… I like your wrighting on your drums.
BRIDGE: When you looking that way I feel excitement… And if below, I have to go To do something with my feelings.. My songs’re decisive, But unlike me.. So I can say «We here to stay», And, people, listen!
Drummer……………..drummer………drummer………drummer…………
CHORUS: Drummer, wait for me, crazy drummer, I need a breath after your power with sticks.. And make a favor for your lips.. And one hour I’ll come to grips… I like your wrighting on your drums.