I'm waiting for the smell of the morning
Waiting for the cold wind to blow throught me
Waiting for the changing of the atmosphere
Let it be a downpour
I don't feel any change yet
Where is the independent resolution
From what we could convert
The stifling, demagogic total impact
Here nothing is counted as good, long ago
Because the free-mind is frozen in the ice
We're the night, the flames
Are burning in us
The past was else, but we are the today
Your vision is disappeatring
We're the majotiry, why did we let them
To let it forget?
The word is at us you're not using
Youth, bless it!
Illusory chanson for us,
We know every melody of it
Monoton rhythm,
An aged lie
I don't feel any change yet
Where is the independent resolution
From what we could convert
The stifling, demagogic total impact
We're the night, the flames
Are burning in us
The past was else, but we are the today
Your vision is disappeatring
We're the majotiry, why did we let them
To let it forget?
The word is at us you're not using
Youth, bless it!