В черную утробу свои бросая мечты,
Раздувая злобу, к другим сжигая мосты.
Забираясь выше, не поддаваться,
Погружаясь глубже, не увлекаться.
Вроде быть я должен мудрей с каждым годом,
Но из скучного класса удрал черным ходом.
Пусть орет учитель, а мне наплевать,
Ведь таким, как я, трудней всего ждать.
Не старайся безгрешно жить.
Не пытайся всегда правым быть.
Не стремись в себя лишь уйти,
Раскаешься горько в конце пути.
Не старайся безгрешно жить.
Не пытайся всегда правым быть.
Не стремись в себя лишь уйти,
Раскаешься горько в конце пути.
оригинальный текст:
Cultivate your hunger before you idealize.
Motivate your anger to make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain, never coming down.
Break into the contents, never falling down.
My knee is still shaking, like I was twelve,
Sneaking out of the classroom, by the back door.
A man yelled at me twice though, but I didn't care.
Waiting is wasting for people like me.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Throwing dreams into the black maw
Fanning anger, burning bridges towards others.
Climbing higher, do not give in,
Going deeper, don't get carried away.
It seems that I should be wiser every year,
But he got out of the boring classroom by the back door.
Let the teacher scream, but I don't give a damn
After all, it’s hardest for someone like me to wait.
Don't try to live without sin.
Don't always try to be right.
Do not strive only to leave yourself,
You repent bitterly at the end of the path.
Don't try to live without sin.
Don't always try to be right.
Do not strive only to leave yourself,
You repent bitterly at the end of the path.
original text:
Cultivate your hunger before you idealize.
Motivate your anger to make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain, never coming down.
Break into the contents, never falling down.
My knee is still shaking, like I was twelve,
Sneaking out of the classroom, by the back door.
A man yelled at me twice though, but I didn't care.
Waiting is wasting for people like me.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
