Антология - Право на выбор - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Everyone has the right to choose, everyone has their own word. Who are you to plug my mouth? I decided everything, my matter! Around hundreds of hands and each you need to tear out a piece. Vicious circle. And you want to take a sip of life.

The right to choose, a voice for the truth! Spit into the void, making a decision. Outside these games, enough, no, you still do not matter. Without feeling the smell of freedom, they are closed in itself, everything around oppresses. There is nothing to breathe, there is no oxygen, I want to shout: "This does not happen!"

You are controlled by the crowd from behind the scenes and they say where you need to get up. Only sometimes the grimaces of gray faces go outside to eat. I'm tired, I don't understand these people! I wish they to impose a bunch of dirty opinions and stupid ideas!