Текст песни Адаптация - Плен

The rhythm of a cruel hungry street
The red face of a stubborn drunkard.
Life is a concrete bunker dormitory
Nothing ever changes here.
Love songs like protest songs.
Where it was before, only a wet place.
??? compacted area asphalt,
We are consumed by drunken cracks.
Civil strife, money, drugs,
The patriotism of the critical swastika,
Stupid old age, and everything connected with it.
Here, in spite of everything, the captivity continues!
The captivity continues.
The captivity continues.
The captivity continues.
Captivity!
The captivity continues.
The captivity continues.
The captivity continues.

War veterans from the rear,
Pioneers of deep truths
Heap architects
Loneliness and defeat.
Those who have already had their time
And then the flock pecked
So that in the morning all over again -
Making zombies without sticking a damn thing.
Why does an airplane need wings?
Why does an airplane need wings?
Why does an airplane need wings?
Why does an airplane need wings?

You don't feel the coldness of the bed
Falling asleep in a cozy barracks
All traitors are alive and in action
Other people's standards soar proudly.
Millions and billions
Poor and stupid,
Evil Giant Dwarfs
Break hearts ???.
From deep misery outward
Primitive muck creeps out.
We could be closer to a friend to a friend,
But someone decided that we were not left ...

Captivity!
The captivity continues.
The captivity continues.
The captivity continues.
Captivity!
The captivity continues.
The captivity continues.
The captivity continues.

The rhythm of a cruel hungry street
The red face of a stubborn drunkard.
Life is a concrete bunker dormitory
Nothing ever changes here.
Nothing ever changes here.
Nothing ever changes here.
Nothing ever changes here.
Nothing ever changes here.

Captivity!