Текст песни Ефрем Амирамов - Из Потерянного Поколения

Because of the lost generation I ran today
Who amassed? Who lived ... Without a doubt,
Not only sat one who planted.
All in a dream, as if painful ulcers
Belated freedom sipping
Leave me alone, it is useless if otkrichus
I scream, no one is killed.
Why we are whiners,
Now what this sykunov Rock,
What now bespontovye cries,
If you have experienced steel shackles.
Now what these punks dense
Metal - earring da ring.
Remember how smelly boots
Stepping on your face.
Each other corroding anger us
Why, everything is good.
Oh, how easy it is to shoot down with the hunger of the soul.
Is not it better to choose death by starvation,
If the time of breaking the balance.
But all life is a free pass,
In return, take a piece of sausage.
      How quickly the days pass over us,
      And, it seems, took a few years,
      And you have beaten dreams
      The whole life of yesterday and tomorrow, either.