إحداثيات كلمات الأغنية
ENالكلمات الأصلية
الترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
A generation raised in darkness
Controlled, polluted - fed with the truth
A truth that blinds their view
Their ways and fates decided - implanted sorrows kill their needs
A common way to happiness, but I never learned to sell myself
Poets became silent,
While clowns arose and burned the books again
No thinkers daring vision grew,
Where thieves ran free and crippled human dignity
In the noise of unimportance
And stupidity the sceptic's whispers went unheard
Be sure, this storm will not drown my voice
Be sure, my hands will sow the seeds of reason
I'll never be a minor, I'll never be a happy slave
May this cold sever my face
And my the pain weaken my fists
No inner strife will touch me
The only truth is in my heart
