Текст песни несчастливый маршрут - свободны лишь птицы

Our time has come!

In a country free of prejudice only birds
They float freely, they do not need boundaries
I look out the window and see the gray faces -
You'll die slaves before they were born.

Liberty, equality, fraternity -
The slogan of the three simple words.
Coming out of the entrance to forget it be ready
In this city, such truths,

Just not appropriate. And everyone has forgotten,
That we should be honest.

Gray skyscrapers, blue stalls -
In their world, so habitually hang tags
For those who are different skin color
The whole truth about you tell them drenched faces.

Blame all sins of someone else -
To this they are always ready to go.
Never are not able to understand,
Only stopping to complain
You can start to change something.

But they landed worse than any of Satan,
They are all soldiers of World War 3.
This huge meat grinder struggle for money and power
Where there is no chance of survival, but so easy to gulf

It's easy to forget about the exploits of their ancestors,
And children will be doomed to die in rusty cages.
All that is done - a sure sign of a ruthless system
More and more grow its walls!

Someone still lives here, and someone is bound to survival
Do not wait by pity or compassion
They are difficult to call people, they just create.
Their logic is beyond my comprehension.

Unhappy route!
Do not be cattle, break stereotypes!