New realities are conditions
Much to little for us to suffer
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
New realities are conditions
Much to little for us to suffer
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Because for the past two hundred years
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
Oh, are dubious and laughable
Waiting to yield a new use of life
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
A knife to cut the root, the root of ignorance
A knife to cut the root, the root of ignorance
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
New realities are conditions
Much to little for us to suffer
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Because for the past two hundred years
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
Oh, are dubious and laughable
Waiting to yield a new use of life
ПЕРЕВОД
Новые реалии - новые условия,
Они всё сильнее заставляют нас страдать,
Ведь мы не знали ничего лучшего,
Есть сотни способов попасть точно в шаг.
Новые реалии - новые условия,
Они всё сильнее заставляют нас страдать,
Ведь мы не знали ничего лучшего,
Есть сотни способов попасть точно в шаг.
Потому что уже последние двести лет
Свобода, пьянки и шлюхи были разрешены.
О, как это сомнительно и смешно
Ждать новый способ, как применить жизнь.
Разбросанная куча мозгов за грехи, грехи молчания,
Разбросанная куча мозгов за грехи, грехи молчания.
Разбросанная куча мозгов за грехи, грехи молчания,
Разбросанная куча мозгов за грехи, грехи молчания.
Разбросанная куча мозгов за грехи, грехи молчания.
Нож, чтобы отрезать корень, корень невежества,
Нож, чтобы отрезать корень, корень невежества.
Разбросанная куча мозгов за грехи, грехи молчания,
Разбросанная куча мозгов за грехи, грехи молчания.
Новые реалии - новые условия,
Они всё сильнее заставляют нас страдать,
Ведь мы не знали ничего лучшего,
Есть сотни способов попасть точно в шаг.
Потому что уже последние двести лет
Свобода, пьянки и шлюхи были разрешены.
О, как это сомнительно и смешно
Ждать новый способ, как применить жизнь.
New realities are conditions
Much
Because we don’t know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
New realities are conditions
Much
Because we don’t know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Because for the past two hundred years
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
Oh, are dubious and laughable
Waiting to yield a new use of life
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
The root of ignorance
The root of ignorance
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
New realities are conditions
Much
Because we don’t know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Because for the past two hundred years
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
Oh, are dubious and laughable
Waiting to yield a new use of life
TRANSFER
New realities - new conditions,
They make us suffer more,
After all, we did not know anything better
There are hundreds of ways to get right on track.
New realities - new conditions,
They make us suffer more,
After all, we did not know anything better
There are hundreds of ways to get right on track.
Because the past two hundred years
Freedom, booze and whores were allowed.
Oh how dubious and funny
Waiting for a new way how to apply life.
A scattered heap of brains for sins, the sins of silence,
A scattered heap of brains for sins, the sins of silence.
A scattered heap of brains for sins, the sins of silence,
A scattered heap of brains for sins, the sins of silence.
A scattered heap of brains for sins, the sins of silence.
A knife to cut off the root, the root of ignorance,
A knife to cut off the root, the root of ignorance.
A scattered heap of brains for sins, the sins of silence,
A scattered heap of brains for sins, the sins of silence.
New realities - new conditions,
They make us suffer more,
After all, we did not know anything better
There are hundreds of ways to get right on track.
Because the past two hundred years
Freedom, booze and whores were allowed.
Oh how dubious and funny
Waiting for a new way how to apply life.