Niekedy si vravíš, že tí ľudia si to zaslúžia.

Keď chcú mať tú vojnu, nech si tupci v napalme zhoria.

Vládu tvrdej ruky chcú mať, nech ich táto uškrtí,

nech ich za ich luxus tá planéta udusí!

No potom si povieš -

"Prečo sa s tým mám kurva zviezť aj ja?!

Vy svine ignorantské,

nedám sa vám len tak bez boja!"

Že sme v riadnej piči tušili už aj naši rodičia,

nádej na záchranu že je s každým dňom iba menšia.

Ďalej než za svoje vrecká si už nikto viacej nevidí,

a neni sa ani kam odjebať do piči...

No potom si povieš -

"Nech sa deťom do očí môžem pozerať!"

"Som vám to vravel" nech môžeš zo šibenice zakričať...

Skapem, skapeš,

možno pokapeme všetci, taký fukot!

No len tak sa prizerať

snáď ti nedovolí tvoje srdco...

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([ANTI]NIHIL SONG)

Sometimes you tell yourself that these people deserve it.

If they want that war, let them burn in napalm, suckers.

They want heavy-handed rule, so let the hand choke them,

let the planet smother them for their luxury!

But then you say -

"Why the fuck should I be part of it?!

You ignorant bastards,

I won't give up just like that, without fight!"

Already our parents suspected that we are pretty fucked,

that the hope for rescue is smaller every day.

Noone sees further than into their own pockets,

and there is nowhere to get the fuck away from it...

But then you say -

"I want to be able to look into my kids' eyes!"

So you can shout "I told you" from the gallows...

I die, you die,

maybe we'll all be dead sooner than that!

But watch it just like that,

- perhaps your heart won't allow you...