Текст песни Адаптация - Вся мощь и бессилие

We do not have much left
On chopped tablecloths days
Lace growths drifts
Warmed his sons

Time metilo indiscriminately
Our fish thrown on the ice
Coming out of the ordinary slaughter
You made plans for the five years ahead

All the power and powerlessness of my generation
All the power and powerlessness of my reflection
All the power and powerlessness of my condition
Insatiable hunger, useless knowledge, border cold, deathly silence

This climb to the barbarians from the south
This melting ice in the north
I am calm as a statue of the Buddha
Before the Taliban ordered: & quot; LIA! & Quot;

Clash of Civilizations
We are the heirs of all the lies
Unemployed of reservations
Waiting for the moment to pick up knives

All the power and powerlessness of my generation
All the power and powerlessness of my reflection
All the power and impotence of opposition
are victims of violence and poor nutrition will be the ideology and state-owned buildings

Legalayz never come
Build a prison ruling class
On the dance floor in the elite brothels
Back in vogue cemetery jazz

Nothing goes unnoticed
We are hostages of this winter
Evergreen retro
And black and white dreams

All the power and powerlessness of my generation
All the power and powerlessness of my reflection
All the power and powerlessness of frustration
We ran through a red light expanding consciousness, leaving a trail of blood and memories

We do not have much left
On chopped tablecloths days
We do not have much left

We do not have much left
On chopped tablecloths days
We do not have much left