absorb the falsity. in spite of expectations hope is always staying hope. the rich exploit the nations and this madness’ll never stop. the human greed, pervertion, truth abortion, thought decay. you still stay fucking ignorant to everything we say. you see nothing wrong with cops and private property. don’t realize why we speak about poverty. the rich rape the lands of the feeble nations. the ignorant and flattered perverted generation / we scream in silence and we speak in void. the liars you trust, the truth you’re fucking trying to avoid. ignorance turns music into the low-valued infamy. hypnotizing kids and raising ignorant scene / frightened till death with our thoughts on revolution. putrefying scene, making core substitution. striving for the glory, for the radio rotation. your songs cause only mess and rot and minds unification. the ignorant blind audience you foster, raise and breed. the brand new fucking song is still the same old shit. you gonna be on the top, man, gonna be on the top among the ignorant, conceited, sycophantic snobs. // we don’t want our songs broadcasted from land and up to land. we don’t crave for glory for our political punk-rock band. media keeps your mind caged and makes you fucking blind. we just want you think for yourself and change something in your mind
хавай эту ложь. несмотря на все ожидания, надежда всегда остаётся надеждой. богатые эксплуатируют нации, и это безумие не прекратится. людская жадность, развращенность, абортация правды, гниение мысли. тебе все еще нет никакого дела до того, что мы говорим. ты не видишь ничего плохого в ментах и частной собственности. не понимаешь, почему мы говорим о нищете. богачи грабят земли беднейших наций. безразличное, угодливое, развращенное поколение / мы кричим в тишине и говорим в пустоту. лжецы, которым ты веришь - правда, которую ты стремишься избежать. безразличие превращает музыку в низкоценностный позор. слепит глаза и делает сцену похуистичной // до смерти напуган нашими мыслями о революции. разлагаешь сцену, подменяешь понятия. мечтаешь о славе и радио-ротациях. твои песни только делают все непонятным, заставляют гнить и унифицируют разум. безразличная слепая сцена, которую ты строишь. новая песня – все то же самое старое дерьмо. ты хочешь быть первым, да, чувак, хочешь быть первым среди безразличных, самодовольных, льстивых снобов // мы не хотим, чтобы наши песни можно было услышать везде и вокруг. мы здесь не за славой для нашей политической панк-рок банды, сми держат твой разум в неволе и делают тебя слепым. мы только хотим, чтобы ты думал за себя и поменял что-то в своей голове absorb the falsity. in spite of expectations hope is always staying hope. the rich exploit the nations and this madness'll never stop. the human greed, pervertion, truth abortion, thought decay. you still stay fucking ignorant to everything we say. you see nothing wrong with cops and private property. do not realize why we speak about poverty. the rich rape the lands of the feeble nations. the ignorant and flattered perverted generation / we scream in silence and we speak in void. the liars you trust, the truth you're fucking trying to avoid. ignorance turns music into the low-valued infamy. hypnotizing kids and raising ignorant scene / frightened till death with our thoughts on revolution. putrefying scene, making core substitution. striving for the glory, for the radio rotation. your songs cause only mess and rot and minds unification. the ignorant blind audience you foster, raise and breed. the brand new fucking song is still the same old shit. you gonna be on the top, man, gonna be on the top among the ignorant, conceited, sycophantic snobs. // We do not want our songs broadcasted from land and up to land. we do not crave for glory for our political punk-rock band. media keeps your mind caged and makes you fucking blind. we just want you think for yourself and change something in your mind
Hawa this lie. despite all expectations, hope always remains hope. exploiting rich nation, and this madness will not stop. Human greed, depravity, abortatsiya truth decay thought. you still do not care about what we say. you do not see anything wrong with the cops and private property. I do not understand why we are talking about poverty. rob the rich land of the poorest nations. indifferent, obsequious, perverse generation / we cry in silence and speak into the void. liars who you believe - the truth that you tend to avoid. indifference turns music into nizkotsennostny shame. dazzles the eye and makes the scene pohuistichnoy // scared to death our thoughts about the revolution. decomposes the scene, substituting the concept. dream of fame and radio rotation. your songs just do not understand everything, cause rot and unify the mind. indifferent blind scene that you build. new song - all the same old shit. you want to be the first, yeah, man, you want to be the first among the indifferent, complacent, sycophantic snobs // we do not want our songs could be heard everywhere around. we are not here for glory for our political punk rock band, the media keep your mind in captivity and make you blind. we just want you to think for themselves and changed something in my head Смотрите также: | |
