My hand is a fist, my hand in a protest raised,
Our planet not for black and white, it's for the whole human race.
I was looking for the freedom in my wallet, I've made mistakes,
To buy an outfit and didn't want to share- hiding in the secret place.
I was looking for the freedom alone, from people tried to hide,
Looking in the bottom of the glass, among thousands of drunken nights.
Thousands of strange ideas, to nowhere hundreds of ways,
There are so many people for whom it's so easy to betray.
Chorus:
On the left of me-devil, on the right of me- God,
In the left hand- pen, in the right- paper for notes,
Fire and water are fighting inside,
I don't have a gun, but the bullets, are words.
On the left of me-devil, on the right of me- God,
Someone kind to me, someone not.
Fire and water are fighting inside,
I don't have a gun, but the bullets, are words.
Second verse:
They are always running to work,
In the tunnels of vanity looking for money.
They sin on Saturdays, and pray for their sins on Sundays.
I run among them frantically to the noise of the crowd,
Cops, dreams, cash, again the cops, dreams.
Some hate me, the others take off with me, no less,
Some are proud, the others hate my success.
The brothers with me, and every brother here one for all,
And all for one and we don't see obstacles and interference.
Hocus-pocus, hocus-pocus,
Somebody selling their friends for generous bonus.
Viva la liberte- I scream at the top of my voice.
At times it seamed to me, that life rather lost for choice.
Hocus-pocus, hocus-pocus,
Yesterday it's Skoda Fabia, but tomorrow your own airbus.
All of us, one day will leave this globe.
So why the f--k then to wait at bus stop for your bus?
Chorus:
On the left of me-devil, on the right of me- God,
In the left hand- pen, in the right- paper for notes,
Fire and water are fighting inside,
I don't have a gun, but the bullets, are words.
On the left of me-devil, on the right of me- God,
Someone kind to me, someone not.
Fire and water are fighting inside,
I don't have a gun, but the bullets, are words.
Third verse:
We all know, we don't like to sit at home,
We are craving for adventures, like pirates of Rome.
From platform, the trains take us to anew day.
We ripping the doors off the hinges for power sake.
I'm not a saint, I'm a sinner, but don't want to be a pawn,
The game isn't survival, and you know,
Here only the strongest is winning.
We all want everything and now, everything, no less,
Forgetting, that the main things- they are nothing.
Chorus:
On the left of me-devil, on the right of me- God,
In the left hand- pen, in the right- paper for notes,
Fire and water are fighting inside,
I don't have a gun, but the bullets, are words.
On the left of me-devil, on the right of me- God,
Someone kind to me, someone not.
Fire and water are fighting inside,
I don't have a gun, but the bullets, are words.