Текст песни Адаптация - 06 - Вся мощь и бессилие

We are not so much left
On chopped tablecloths days.
Lace growths drifts
Warms their sons,
Time metilo all indiscriminately,
Our fish thrown on the ice,
Coming out of the bottom of the next,
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, stony silence ...

These barbarians climb to us from the south,
It melts the ice in the north.
I am calm as a statue of Buddha
Before the Taliban ordered "Fire!"
The Clash of Civilizations,
We - the heirs of all the lies,
Unemployed of reservations
Waiting for the moment to pick up a knife.

All the power and powerlessness of my generation,
All the power and powerlessness of my reflection,
All the power and powerlessness of my condition -
Are victims of violence and malnutrition ...
There is an ideology and a state-owned building ...

Legalayz never come,
Build a prison of the ruling class,
On the dance floor in high-end brothels
Again in fashion cemetery jazz.
Nothing goes unnoticed,
We - the hostage of this winter.
Evergreen retro 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 my frustration -
We ran through a red light, expanding consciousness,
Leaving a trail of blood and memories ...

July 2011