Текст песни Добрые Стальные Двери - Грустные подростки

We are a generation of sad teens
We know the answers to any questions,
In life, we see nothing but a shadow,
We are bogged down in a quagmire of our own laziness.

We ourselves were disgusted.
All our relations with the world are fictitious.
Life has lost its color for us
Empty faces wear gray masks.

Chorus (x2):

Of course we would like to
Break free from the captivity of the mundane gimp.
But is this really possible?
All our attempts are obviously false!

Losing

We moan forever that life is tired.
For us, it makes no sense to have a case.
We are dressed, shod and, of course, well fed
And we think that they have already been beaten by life.

We require everyone to understand,
In fact, we suffer from a lack of attention.
We sing, we scream, we want to be heard!
But our expectations are too high!

Chorus.

Of course we would like to
Break free from the captivity of the mundane gimp.
But is this really possible?
All our attempts are obviously false!

But if they really wanted to,
We would get wings and fly.
This maybe maybe
If you do not take grayness as it should!