"Born to be wild"

"Born to be wild"

The sounds reappear in mind
Seems out of the place ,suppressed breath of life
Robertino belting high notes of "Jamaica" in every single window
Could not understand upon that time what singing was about
The foreign words, the foreign names,the angel intonation
Only later when I grew up into adult the meaning popped up
The rock-n-roll advanced by the turtle steps in closed country
Even announcing it is sin and evil thing to play
Banning the Beatles enter,"Back in USSR"was their revenge
It sipped through the borders like a fog,bypassing party's line
Lps brought clandestinely by the diplomats
Exchanged in the squares under police's noses
That how i learned about CCR and Steppenwolf
"Born to be wild" was my anthem song ,still now
Born in the wrong time ,wrong place
Free spirit not conforming to the frames
Looking to carve my own niche in life
I listen to the Steppenwolf and fly to the abodes
Where total freedom lives untouched ,undisturbed