| How many words into the void, how many phrases into milk.
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| How many seeds does it take for something to sprout.
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| How much stock after sorting out, you need to torture in vain,
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| To bring a part of the fire into your heart?
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| Billions of hearts are beating in this fire!
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| Forged with steel in an endless war.
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| An impregnable diamond burns with coal.
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| Only you are getting stronger. |
| You are one of us!
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| Contrary! |
| Against everyone! |
| And contrary!
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| We will do this hardcore!
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| Without invented feelings and looking back.
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| Just pure fire reflect the eyes.
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| Among your hands and wet faces,
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| This is the music of the streets, and it has no boundaries.
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| And pique vests will have to again,
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| Thinking about what to take away from us?
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| It's hard to get up, but it's harder to stay standing when there's a war all around,
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| The generation of those who exchanged their lives, turning it into a pile of shit.
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| Everything is swarming in the dump from the past days,
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| And life teaches us, they say, they know better.
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| But their inertia is weakening, and the movement is quieter,
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| And our music is here! |
| And you hear her!
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| Contrary! |
| Against everyone! |
| And contrary!
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| We will do this hardcore!
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| Without invented feelings and looking back.
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| Just pure fire reflect the eyes.
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| Among your hands and wet faces
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| This is the music of the streets, and it has no boundaries.
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| And pique vests will have to again,
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| Thinking about what to take away from us?
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| To all those who do not sleep.
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| Who is not looking for a way.
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| Who knows who he is
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| And where to go
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| For whom is the moment more important
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| Than all the newspaper lines.
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| Who appreciates punk rock in himself,
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| And not yourself in punk rock. |