Pusti [English translation]

Adastra:

We rise the mighty walls of our ego trips,

and behind them we're lonely wanderers.

The worst is when it happens,

that it instantly disappears,

that what we've been building,

now is an empty temple.

How easily it is to give up each other,

all the holy things today mean nothing.

Somewhere in the darkness he defies,

a righteous man who invokes,

the wind that will with comfort erase the pain.

Ref.

Let them think what they want. x2

General Woo:

Again I defy the darkness,

this time, no refunds,

I am righteous, these are the unfair memories,

I remember the happiness that lasts half as twice,

blooms a little then turns to shit,

and when I become a prince, the other day I'm a frog again,

tired and weak like an old woman,

everything is in slow motion, again I feel groggy,

all that hurts me in my stomach gets crushed.

I refuse to be provoked,

I refuse to be irritated,

I refuse to be drugged, drunk, isolated.

Why aren't we good people anymore ?

Why ours isn't good, and someone else's is better ?

Why everything that grows we cut at the root ?

Why immutable promise of change ?

And the world is sometimes beautiful when I see it like that,

on it there isn't enough food but...

(There's a bullet for everyone !)

Ref.

Let them think what they want. x2

General Woo:

Why are the walls rising, which were created from the pain ?

And who're all these artificial idols ?

They say sorry when they beg for mercy,

and the commercials tell them how to live and love.

That's why I'm going back again,

deep below,

deeper than ever, where the floor is highest,

and I'll be fine,

all that's irrelevant will be gone,

and by then I'll let them think what they want.

Ref.

Let them think what they want. x2