strike, i see the strike again.
fight, i feel the fight again.
war, i smell the war again
for the moments i wake till the moments i care
strike, i see the strike again.
fight, i feel the fight again.
war, i smell the war again
for the moments i care till the moments i wake.
i have a dream of yellow protest
and silver melts with pink performance
i have a dream of ready people
who change ideology in blue
you have the fear
control the nation
i have the rage
to heal the brain
always ready, always ready
in limits of suppresion – i wait
to squeze the sistem
do malfunction
be prepared
for the moment of a new horde
united ! aggressive !
whith sharp mind – blow your demands
whïth new methods – f**k your demands
