I had always kept my faith
Never trusted wicked games
All you have is you've created
The creation of the God damn times.
I live in a damned Lost Generation
Damned by those who don't care
Children sentenced to be a Lost Generation
Sentenced by those who don't have a belief.
"Quid mi iqitur suades? Ut vivam Naevius aut sic ut Nomentanus?
Pergis pugnatia secum frontibus adversis componere; non ego, avarum
cum veto te fieri vappam iubeo ac nebulonem. Est inter Tanian quiddam
socermque Viselli est modus in rebus, sunt certi denique fines quos ultra
cirtaque nequit consistere rectum."
I sit and cry alone
Looking in my dark empty room
Try to see what's going on
By whom my life was doomed.
Wait to die
That will happen
See the light
Light of the revival
Now you'll come back
To the rights life
Leaving back
With a silent cry.
Oare c?ti din noi au puterea de-a privi in ochi care
Au fost atinsi de lacrimi reci si amare
Ochi de gheat?, ochi de piatra ce durerea le-a fost dat?
Pentru ceea ce au fost.
Avem noi oare dreptul
Sa stam l?nga ei
Sa le ucidem sufletul
Ranit de anii grei.