There’s anger in their skin, it’s just a style for them, They move with murder in their veins,
By cardboard filled – in doors they pass the day like whores And kiss their innocence away
Chorus:
Scorpio rising, scorpio rising, scorpio rising, it’s on the wind
Эту жизнь отдам таким профессорам, кто знает как глубок порок И что любовь – игра, расстреливать время, встать на колени как урок.
Their lives are analyzed by intellectual types who know the depth of their disease, And love is just a game to pass the hours away, To spend in deference on your knees
Chorus: Восход скорпиона, восход скорпиона, восход скорпиона на ветрах
Chorus. Scorpio rising, scorpio rising, scorpio rising, it’s on the wind
it’s on the wind
it’s on the wind Восход скорпиона, восход скорпиона, восход скорпиона на ветрах