UTOPIA
Can't you hear our anxious voices?
Can't you see these warning signs?
A thorny path, the world has been directed to,
Is covered with a broken glass, that maims our feet,
Surrounded by the concrete walls, that humble our will.
Tear walls down.
Heal wounds up.
The graceful flushes of odd lies run down the blue screens.
Blunders are concealed under a veil of our ignorance.
Wars, laws, media switch the mechanisms of fear on.
Consciousness stream is blocked and dried up.
Years to months, months to days.
Peace to chaos, cycle remains.
Months to days, days to hours.
Your mistake, pain is ours.
Stir up the Rebellion, to clear the blurred mind,
To cut these heavy threads of shameless domination.
To ruin disregard, to understand the weak and poor
Step aside...
Wake up...
To fight the need for tears, to bury prejustice
Step aside...
Wake up...
As we light the inner flame, we can notice spokes in our wheels.
We can see ourselves drawning in obscurity...
Drawning in obscurity...
Inner flame will exterminate the will to make us lame.
To make us lame...
И ПОШЕЛ, КИРЬЯН, ПОШЕЛ, ПОШЕЛ!!!
To ruin disregard, to understand the weak and poor.
Step aside...
Wake up...
УТОПИЯ
Неужели вы не слышите наши тревожные голоса?
Не видите предупреждающие об опасности знаки?
Тенистый путь, на который встал мир,
Покрыт разбитым стеклом, калечащим наши ноги,
Окружен бетонными стенами, унижающими нашу волю.
Снесите стены.
Залечите раны.
Привлекательные потоки эксцентричной лжи стекают по голубым экранам.
Грубые ошибки скрывают под вуалью нашего невежества.
Войны, законы, СМИ включают механизмы страха.
Поток самосознания блокирован и иссушен.
Годы становятся месяцами, месяцы - днями.
Мир - хаосом, цикл продолжается.
Месяцы становятся днями, дни - часами.
Ваша ошибка, боль - наша.
Подними восстание, чтобы очистить затуманенный разум,
Чтобы перерезать эти нити бесстыдного господства.
Чтобы искоренить пренебрежение и понять слабых и бедных -
Шагните в сторону...
Проснитесь...
Чтобы побороть жажду слез и похоронить предрассудительность -
Шагните в сторону...
Проснитесь...
Когда мы разожжем огонь внутри, можно заметить палки в наших колесах.
Мы сможем увидеть себя, утопающим в безвестности.
Утопающим в безвестности...
Внутреннее пламя истребит намерение парализовать нас.
Парализовать нас...
Чтобы искоренить пренебрежение и понять слабых и бедных
Шагните в сторону...
Проснитесь... UTOPIA
Can not you hear our anxious voices?
Can not you see these warning signs?
A thorny path, the world has been directed to,
Is covered with a broken glass, that maims our feet,
Surrounded by the concrete walls, that humble our will.
Tear walls down.
Heal wounds up.
The graceful flushes of odd lies run down the blue screens.
Blunders are concealed under a veil of our ignorance.
Wars, laws, media switch the mechanisms of fear on.
Consciousness stream is blocked and dried up.
Years to months, months to days.
Peace to chaos, cycle remains.
Months to days, days to hours.
Your mistake, pain is ours.
Stir up the Rebellion, to clear the blurred mind,
To cut these heavy threads of shameless domination.
To ruin disregard, to understand the weak and poor
Step aside ...
Wake up ...
To fight the need for tears, to bury prejustice
Step aside ...
Wake up ...
As we light the inner flame, we can notice spokes in our wheels.
We can see ourselves drawning in obscurity ...
Drawning in obscurity ...
Inner flame will exterminate the will to make us lame.
To make us lame ...
And went Kyrianna went went !!!
To ruin disregard, to understand the weak and poor.
Step aside ...
Wake up ...
UTOPIA
Can not you hear our voices alarm?
You do not see the danger warning signs?
Shady path that got the world
Covered with broken glass, crippling our feet,
Surrounded by concrete walls, degrading our will.
Carry the wall.
Heal the wounds.
Attractive flows eccentric drain lies on a blue screen.
Blunders hide under the veil of our ignorance.
War, the laws, the media include the mechanisms of fear.
The stream of consciousness is blocked and withered.
Years become months, and months - days.
World - chaos, the cycle continues.
Months are days, days - hours.
Your mistake, the pain - ours.
Raise the uprising to clear the clouded mind
To cut these threads shameless domination.
To eradicate the neglect and understand the weak and the poor -
Step into the side ...
Wake up ...
In order to overcome thirst tears and bury predrassuditelnogo -
Step into the side ...
Wake up ...
When we kindle a fire inside, you will notice a spoke in our wheels.
We will be able to see themselves drowning in obscurity.
Buried in obscurity ...
The inner flame destroy the intention to paralyze us.
Paralyze us ...
To eradicate the neglect and understand the weak and the poor
Step into the side ...
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