Текст песни Nuttertools - Поколение

Tell me what happened to my generation?
Do not have your thoughts, be permanent.
When it has become "normal" phenomenon -
Stuffed friend to his opponents?

Where are you lost all his pride?
Where I squander your ardor ardor?
You're the bastards in the camp - this is news to you?
Why are you with giblets sold?

First, with a smile, you harvest my hand,
Then, thrusting the knife, I spit in the back.
As an enemy, you call yourself a friend.
Born was shit, shit and die!

You are worse than an enemy, trembling creature!
Take my hand, hide their shame.
Dishonestly hide, do not stand next to us.
Must be a bitch on your life-sentence.