Singer: Adaptation PCL

You stand up to fight
For his idea for their freedom.
Don't give up, don't give up
The voice strikes back.

Inflamed wool around the unearthly fatigue.
Fleeting youth,
Inevitable old age.

There is someone walking with a flashlight in the sky,
And tarnished over time, stars
Become brighter burn,
But still not like before.

Rules of meanness - selectivity,
Beaten, but by little bit, those who we like.

The mask grows to the persons to take root
Deep and long

There will be time - will powers to fix it.

And in sorrow and in joy don't let me go,
Hold my hand don't leave me...

Tomorrow will be worse than it is now, I know that for sure...

Doomed forever to look in different directions...

Autumn depressive sleep leaves town
Wet spoiling the mood of the paint.

If you want peace, prepare for war.
Armed to the teeth, the knight's move
Where raves about your crazy heart
The engine of all revolutions.
Meet me on the barricades,
Each with its flag,
Each with its own truth,
That is not to undress.

All wanting to fuck this world
And it is foolish to roll my eyes
Under the admiring roar of the crowd.

Instead of precipitation
The fire went in all directions,
Aligning the steering wheel,
I kill your region
You try also not less than me
Under the boots country,
One big country,
Torn by tank tracks.

Yellowed how many persons, how many dreary winters
I can't get over it, and thought - invincible...