Текст песни Вера Вотинцева - Мы родились на Вудстоке

Again, the string name , same -
The day begins with the setting.
We were born at Woodstock .
Past the hospital bed .

Those who can still tear and pieces -
Choke paid cheese .
We were born in Woodstock
With the world .

Nope unkind music
the color of grass and hay .
Died us at Woodstock ,
Right in the mud under the stage .

But those who know everything - roaring in anguish .
There, only there a place for us ,
We are forever at Woodstock .
Fair.