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My country has gone mad

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While we are born, we don't choose where and when
And for eternity we couldn't tear the thread.
Yet to another war my country went,
And I couldn't stop that.
 
To some the power and pleasure,
To some a pauper bag and prison bed,
And I don't have the strength to overcome the pain:
My country has gone mad,
And I can't help it just the same.
 
And what can we do, and what should we think,
If everything is now a mess , opinions are split.
There is no need to grow halos and wings
We just need not to be a shit.
 
One thing though, and I'm sure of it
The time to choose is nigh.
But if you decided not to be a shit
It's easy to live and die.
It's easy to live and die.
And live, and not die.
 

You’ll see the world adapting to us.

I see young guys, they play new music. I think they guess
I'm ancient thing who lived in the dark.
They stick to modern rhythms and have make-up on the face
I know they are not like us.
I have no great desire to teach others how to act
It’s useless I‘ve seen it many times
 
The world is changing. So don’t try to adapt -
Let it be adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
 
A friend of mine was worth two guys. He didn’t wait long.
He acted as if he was living the last day.
He always tried to understand how strong the world was,
But the world won the game.
You was an idol of your time – You may sleep in peace.
You reached the top of skills more than once.
 
The world is changing. So don’t try to adapt -
Let it be adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
 
Adhering to the fairway a man looked for the course
He avoided climbing steep banks.
He tried to be like other people to swim like the rest.
He has no home, no enemies, no friends.
His life is like fruit yogurt neither pleasure nor spice
I knew and saw this more than once.
 
The world is changing. So don’t try to adapt -
Let it be adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
 
So even if your jeans are old and get quite worn out
And your guitar’s wheezing trying good sound.
 
The world is changing. So don’t try to adapt -
Let it be adapting to us.
 
You’ll see the world adapting to us.
 
One day it'll start adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
One day it'll start adapting to us.
 

When she is not here

She loves sick and homeless dogs
and she couldn't stand people.
The night is open for her and she doesn't need the day.
She loves to leave in to the sunset, but dawn on guard, she doesn't fear,
So why are you beside yourself, when she is not here?
 
She wanders through the city following the rain,
every now and then changing the route,
And you won't catch up with her neither there nor here.
She can say ' Till tomorrow', and disappear for a few years.
So why are you beside yourself, when she is not here?
 
She is on her own, she does not want to hide
even the most simple things,
It's pity, that night without her became nobody's,
It's pity, that like a smoke of her cigarettes, her voice disappeared.
So why are you beside yourself, when she is not here?