Our will is the mother
From the saints to the blasphemers
Time leads the proud ones

Instead of the poor in spirit

We want to embrace

We want to smile
We can do anything
We are wishing for changes



The light of the utopias failed

Verbosity subsided
Prejudices of the centuries
Are burning down in the oven


All that was before us
Was only a prologue

To find the keys
From our fetters We'll destroy all the walls
We'll break through

We'll break the system
At any price Our thoughts are like the flames
And their fire is feeling

By the young bodies
For we want it this way


For it will be our way!

Scattering millet

On the roads of dawn
Touching the heights
In the dust of the universe


It is only our right
Is infinite and holy

No gods no masters
There's no need in crutches Drawing the curtains
Getting away from the lies

We're good and healthy
Hot and fresh Darings are listen
Near the primordial roots

We delve into the ground
To return stronger


For we want it this way!
For it will be our way!