Текст песни Cannon Fodder - Про Собак

How to choose the right path? In the semi-darkness blanketed us
Looking for freedom from the outside than inside somewhere. How dogs
A collar and chain, the length of our & quot; free & quot ;! meter
Desperately we want to leave. Go even used a centimeter.

We are chained to our booth, and released only a dead.
And sometimes potrut behind the ear or in the ass. We Shut.
I am torn loose, breaking his neck and the foam coming down from the mouth.
Freedom! Where is my freedom ?! Give it to me here!

I know someone will prefer freedom tidbit.
He will live in the master's house and replace the chain on a leash.
But I hear the fence with barking dogs tore off the chain.
I like it as a signal: & quot; Get up, and do not give up just like that! & Quot;

I do not know how much will be my last in the chain of slavery.
Every time I dream of freedom, the moment when I was able to get away.
And here I am torn, bursting neck and foam coming down from the mouth.
Freedom! Where is my freedom? Give it to me here.