We're still singing, though I'm not sure
that I want to say something or not.
We're still singing, though I'm not sure
that I want to say something or not.
But from the sea of information
In which we're all sinking,
There's one way out and that's the self-destruction;
We're still singing, but we haven't a long time to wait.
We have become the respectable and big people,
We are accepted in the decent houses.
I don't write the questionable texts anymore
To cause the confusion in the minds of people.
We are accepted in the TV shows,
We are the decent thing now,
We may be invited here, there and everywhere, but
In the game for sure, something is wrong;
Sitting on a beautiful hill,
Do you see what I can see ?
In the game for sure,
Something is wrong.
My friends are waiting for our movement
To the chessboard square, where we'll get the mat.
But I don't understand how I became limited
to the movements back and forth only.
It's nice to move us, as if we're pawns on chessboard,
To align us in a row and to charge the cannon;
But our goal is surely not
To leave our footprints on your sand;
Sitting on a beautiful hill,
Do you see what I can see ?
In the game for sure, something is wrong.
In this game something is surely wrong.