To Fight To Be Free - Пролетарская гордость - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The patriarch-oligarch conveys a blessing to the proletarian ghetto, where in stretched sweaters and torn sneakers, in winter and summer. Life according to the layout, where not that and not. Stripping hardships, not far from work to the store with the store and home, and the glamorous blonde will say on TV that people do not know how to live beautifully. The president will order that you need to tighten your belts and stop whining. The box of Schlah will pour into your ears about how everything is fun and carefree, and in the morning again to work, from which it only blows vigor. The faces of the bosses playing the role of your prosecutor, a director who has long turned into a thief from your pocket, in which a trifle pulled holes. And the MTV top 10 yachts and the most expensive villas: the box will show you that your boss is not the biggest thief, and you get more than people from the third world countries. A hole is not only in your pocket, a hole in your head. Console yourself with the hopes that someone lives in shit, although it is far from better. And you need to get out, try, only who needs it, if not you yourself?

Life according to the mind, you will grow up in the same household and views of your children. I hope they break out of these shackles, from these chains, will look at the world wider and easier. In the meantime, your proletarian pride is the liver saturated and skinny horizons.