A keresés eredménye

Don't fret, my generation

The sky is the colour of lead, the wind is screeching
Some have already fled into the wilderness
Don't you run, stop, stop
Sit and eat, sit and eat
 
Why are you panicking
There will be no, there will be no
World War Three
 
The gentry are lying, the announcer is screeching
Some have become stuck in a psychosis
Don't you run, stop, stop
Sit and eat, sit and eat
 
Why are you panicking
There will be no, there will be no
World War Three
 
Are we really going to be1
that unlucky generation
over whom will be executed
the great final raid2
 
Are we really going to be
that unlucky generation
over whom will be executed
the great final raid
 

• 1. With the connotation of 'we hope we're not going to be that unlucky'
• 2. racija = a police or military raid against civilians or guerillas