It`s that desease of the age
It`s that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home
Corporate America wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Maybe we`re victims of fate
Remember when we`d celebrate
We`d drink and get high until late
And now we`re all alone
Wedding bells ain`t gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we`re all alone
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Это болезнь поколения,
Та болезнь, которую мы жаждем.
Одни в конце гонки
Мы ловим последний автобус домой.
Корпоративная Америка будит
Кофейную республику на тот случай,
Если мы откроем засов на воротах
Той дыры, что мы зовем нашим домом.
Защити меня от моих желаний
Защити меня, защити меня.
Возможно мы жертвы судьбы
Помнишь, празднуя,
Мы пьем и ширяемся допоздна?
А сейчас мы совсем одни.
Свадебные колокольчики не зазвенят.
Мы оба виновны в преступлениях,
И мы оба осуждены временем.
Сейчас мы совсем одни.
Защити меня от моих желаний
Защити меня, защити меня…
Защити меня от моих желаний
Защити меня, защити меня…
Защити меня от моих желаний
Защити меня, защити меня…
Защити меня от моих желаний
Защити меня, защити меня…
It's that disease of the age
It's that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home
Corporate America wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home
Protect me from what I want ...
Protect me protect me
Maybe we`re victims of fate
Remember when we`d celebrate
We`d drink and get high until late
And now we`re all alone
Wedding bells ain`t gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we`re all alone
Protect me from what I want ...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want ...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want ...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want ...
Protect me protect me
It is a disease generation
That disease, which we crave.
Some late in the race
We catch the last bus home.
Corporate America wakes
Coffee republic in the event,
If we open the latch on the gate
That hole that we call our home.
Protect me from my desires
Protect me, protect me.
Perhaps we are victims of fate
Remember, celebrating,
We drink and Shiryaev late?
And now we're all alone.
Wedding bells will ring not.
Both of us are guilty of crimes,
And we both sentenced time.
Now we are all alone.
Protect me from my desires
Protect me, protect me ...
Protect me from my desires
Protect me, protect me ...
Protect me from my desires
Protect me, protect me ...
Protect me from my desires
Protect me, protect me ...
