Текст песни анReal - Война поколений

Expel of itself anger
But in this body will remain forever intruder
I wanted to tear apart, cane
Faith, hope, love, Come on!

And this generation, on his knees in the mud
While lazy at heart, willing to accept
Acute plot, the people and the blade knives
You pull the cross around his neck, without faith
And do not lie down under fire first
Spat brother in the back, he betrayed
We play well with the sky
The truth was the delusions
Damage to carry, age not save
From the mouth of the devil, the soul missing
Hold to play war
Against himself Jacket Bane!
Greed, anger, hatred,
As a result, old age, death
And erased sheet

Generation flies down just weird
So much anger in the eyes
But running away from the word war