So cool, love it. I was born in the north where I started To sing what someone taught me About the story of that boy That everyone was happy with his rock'n'roll He walked through the streets singing happily And when he saw us, everyone called him like this Come, come, come Johnny, come, come Come, Johnny, come, come Come, Johnny, come, come Come, Johnny, come, come Come, please The story also tells that the boy One morning he left his town He left with his guitar so as not to return He walked a thousand roads with his rock'n'roll The one who listened to him was still happy That's why everyone called him like this Come, come, come Johnny, come, come Come, Johnny, come, come Come, Johnny, come, come Come, Johnny, come, come Come, please That old story that I create here I heard it in my town for the first time After that town I also left Looking for my destiny as he did Time goes by and that story lives in me Of the boy who was told to be born Come, come, come Johnny, come, come Come, Johnny, come, come Come, Johnny, come, come Come, Johnny, come, come Come, please