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Elita
- Poruka
- 17.020
Rock it
Why everyone is so sad?A river of tears is flowing, in addition the rain is pouring.
You shroug your shoulders, things look black…
It’s easy to take to drink,
They bury us alive, and all the charges are paid in advance,
Everyone bids farewell to us – it’s a funereal ball…
[Pre-Chorus:]
No, we can’t stay silent anymore!
Our humour is blacker than night!
Just one thing gonna help – it's our strike!
[Chorus:]
Rock it, to make them know!
Rock it, to make them know,
How to do your stuff, until it rusts,
Rock it!
Where are the men in metal?
Where are the eagle’s temper and the tiger’s tread?
Our kind deteriorated, our enemies rejoice.
We’ll rise from the ashes,
We’ll refuse to play their games,
It doesn’t suit us to be fashionable freaks.
[Pre-Chorus:]
Hey, undertaker, get out of our way!
Devil take the wreaths and flowers!
Deafness is cured with our strike!