I see an ocean of teens crushed by powerful bass,
From darkness I've been crawling for years.
They swallow strange pills to get lost in the maze
Of emptiness and broken dreams.
And I want to stay outside of somebody's hive,
I've seen what it's like many times...
We will not surrender in this battle called life,
We'll force it to surrender to us,
One day it will surrender to us.
One of my friends, he was always ahead of the time,
Every day was the last day for him.
He challenged this world and thought he'd be fine,
Though his chances were slim.
Oh well, rest in peace, forgotten but loved,
You have reached unbelievable heights...
We will not surrender in this battle called life,
We'll force it to surrender to us,
One day it will surrender to us.
Another was cautious, always followed the stream,
He never played significant roles.
He dreamed the same and lived the same, his ending is grim -
No house, no friends and no foes.
His lifestyle reminds me of soundless jive,
I witnessed this stuff more than once...
We will not surrender in this battle called life,
We'll force it to surrender to us,
One day it will surrender to us.
My favorite jeans are as old as my wife,
And metal strings are eaten by rust...
We will not surrender in this battle called life,
We'll force it to surrender to us,
One day it will surrender to us,
One day it will surrender to us,
One day it will surrender to us.
6 декабря, 2000
Слова в оригинале A.Макаревича
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