That same day, the same night, The same women, those who do not mind. All the same dream, the same reality, All the same faces, the same friends.
All the same falsity of the same words; The same children spit on the fathers. The same way, the same prisoner, All the same people that are waiting for a change.
The same old words The same old dream. Still swollen head All the same you choose.
The same debate is not about anything All the same starts over. All the same: how many and how much. The same plan ahead.
Chorus:
Dan waved, the path is open, And you're not thinking of going. The road runs under his feet, And you wait until you live.
Maybe someday There is a better way, And the time - it does not matter. Well, while you are alive - Before you lies The road to nowhere.
Friend of reality, the other night. Other women, those who do not mind. Other days, other dreams Other people are full of excitement.
Another lie, another dirt Others spend all of the forces for good reason. Another falsehood, another lie, Others are trying to thumb his knife.
Other thoughts and dreams Another headache. Others choose you Other people are spoiling for a fight.
Other disputes are not about anything Other starts over. Other how much and how much, Other plans ahead.
Chorus.
No more evil, no more dreams No more women, no more bases. No more seats, no more lies, No more of those who throws knives.
No more words, no more days No more light, no more shadows. No more games, no more rights No more of those well-wisher.
No more thinking people No more headaches. No more colorful capitals No more poppy fields.
No more disputes about nothing No more plans ahead. No more: how many and how much, No more starts over.