Текст песни Потерянное ПОКОЛЕНИЕ - Слова и Кулаки

I stumble on different legs
I cling to all the angles
Your protest is networks and blogs
And I have a broken blood fists

Who taught you to solve all the words ?
in words will not leave far
that politicians decide days
Fist of the moment is everything .

you have to remember if you do not solve
while others decide for you
If you suddenly do not know the way
that paved her for himself.

faces behind the masks people in sight
words of persuasion did not help
someone broke someone broke
and I have broken fists in blood