Plamenev - Being shoot out from the teeth...

The revolution’s like a spark from a flaming torch; Scum in stealth take all their wealth and quickly go abroad. Many rebels lose their blood in this gory purge; Hey, kid, what’s your business here? So you can draw your lot; Now you go, now you go, now you, now you, now you go... Chorus: Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth; Filling the strong box of the rich with your bones; Being a new promotion for an army big cheese; Rotting quietly in a ditch with no stone. Or it could be like: Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth; Being a number in the execution list; Being a stupid fool in your grandsons’ memory; Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist. And then all the people you’ve fought for will piss on your grave happily, as they’ll be stunned by TV. The generation of the dads doesn’t want to die; They eat up their own old men and suffocate their sons; They abuse their little girls and break the family tie, Dreaming to destroy the life and my little ones! Now I go, now I go, n