Текст песни Женя Любич - Clinical Record

Demonstration is radical,
Isolation is medical,
Isn’t it ironic that my soldiers are gone?
Isn’t it demonic that I’m fighting alone?

The walls are burning,
My waltz – it’s turning around in my had,
The doctor comes up to my bed,
And I know – he’s lying to me, he will try to see me again,
When only this clinical record will come to an end?

Disillusion is phlisical,
The conclusion is typical,
Simply I get critical,
But I didn’t start the war,
No it’s not political, but about to explore

Revolution is obvious,
Contribution’s anonymous,
Will I ever receive a chance to get out or stay,
Will I ever reminisce this perpetual day?