At least we used to have those old guitars... A badge or two on our lapels.
'Yeah-yeah!' would sound silly now around these idiots with revolvers.
But the flag of the sixties has been made by styluses,
and the yellow brick road was spread in front of us.
At least we had different Che Guevara-s, oh, oh, and some major tricks.
It was the youth blowing air like a sugar powder on a pumpkin pie.
Protests of the seventies were more of a fashion statement
Because a large jug full of freedom had been poured for us.
At least we had travels, train stations, tears, smooches.
A flawless red passport that could cross any border without a glitch.
Diaries of the eighties were scribbled on colorful postcards,
while the world was putting on some makeup just for us.
At least we had those dreams that were hard to fulfill,
and the dreams are only worth something when they grow old and gray with you.
You can't quantify everything.
A whole bunch of stuff can be bought with money, but the dreams have copyrights.
Then the nineties came, sad and miserable... cruel.
Even God smelled the gunpowder, and quickly ran behind the clouds.
Well, when one breaks the constitutions, there is no escape until the rivers stop,
but even that day will come, sooner or later.
Then the nineties came, sad and miserable... phobic.
The worst bastards filled the pages of students' (history) books.
But it was too late to panic.
We gave a chance for madness to become reality, and now we are, like, shocked?
At least we used to have some connections with the world and other people.
It was clearly known who was wearing a toga and who was wearing a flower in their hair. Oh, lucky insane people!
But now it's the lairs who have become 'courageous' and the worst scumbags are preaching about moral values.
So this coral built around us is suddenly ok?!
**** you , Nineties! I can only curse at you!
No one will cry for you, or write songs about you.
You've destroyed an entire generation!
You'll be lucky if you ever get a verse in front of the Church of REAL values.
**** you, Nineties, your story is over, at last!
And may we never remember all those low-lives and bastards.
When the broom of law starts swinging...
..Or (on another note) perhaps we should let them get rid of each other- which has its own perks.