Pusti - Adastra, General Woo

Dižemo silne zidove

Svojih ego tripova

A iza njih smo usamljene skitnice

Najgore je kad desi se

Da u trenu nestane

Ono što gradili smo

Sad je prazan hram

Kako se lako odreći

Jedni drugoga

Sve svete stvari

Danas ništa ne znače

Negdje u tami prkosi

Pravednik koji doziva

Vjetar što utjehom će izbrisati bol

Pusti nek' misle što hoće…

Opet prkosim u tami

Ovog puta nema vraćanja

Ja sam pravednik ovo su nepravedna sjećanja

Pamtim sreću koja traje duplo manje

Malo procvjeta pa se pretvori u sranje

I kad postanem pric drugi dan sam opet žaba

Umoran i nemoćan ko neka stara baba-

Sve je usporeno opet osjećam se grogi

Sve što boli u trbuhu mi se se zdrobi

Odbijam bit' provociran

Odbijam bit' iznerviran

Odbijam bit' drogiran, pijan, izoliran

Zašto više nismo ljudi dobre volje?

Zašto naše ne valja a tuđe je bolje?

Zašto sve što raste mi režemo u korijenu?

Zašto nepromjenjivi obećavaju promjenu?

A svijet je nekad lijep kada gledam ga takvog

Na njemu nema dosta hrane al'

Ima metak za svakog…

Zašto dižu se zidovi stvoreni iz boli

I tko su svi ti umjetni idoli?

Govore sorry kad za milost se moli

A reklame im govore kako se živi i voli

Zato opet opet idem nazad

Duboko ispod

Dublje nego ikad gdje visoko je pod

I bit će mi dobro

Sve nevažno proć' će

A do tada puštam ih nek' misle šta hoće

PUSTI!

Pusti nek' misle što hoće…

We are building strong walls

His ego trips

And behind them we are lonely vagabonds

The worst is when it happens

To disappear in an instant

What we were building

Now the temple is empty

How easy it is to give up

Each other

All holy things

Today they mean nothing

Somewhere in the darkness it defies

The righteous one who calls out

The wind that comforts will erase the pain

Let them think what they want...

I defy the darkness again

There's no going back this time

I am righteous these are unrighteous memories

I remember the happiness that lasts twice as long

It blooms a little then turns into crap

And when I become a story, the next day I'm a frog again

Tired and weak like an old grandmother-

Everything is in slow motion again I feel groggy

Everything that hurts in my stomach is crushed

I refuse to be provoked

I refuse to be annoyed

I refuse to be drugged, drunk, isolated

Why are we no longer people of goodwill?

Why is ours not valid and someone else's is better?

Why do we cut everything that grows at the root?

Why do the unchangeable promise change?

And the world is sometimes beautiful when I look at it like that

There's not a lot of food on it though

There's a bullet for everyone…

Why do walls created from pain rise

And who are all these artificial idols?

They say sorry when they pray for mercy

And advertisements tell them how to live and love

That's why I'm going back again

Deep below

Deeper than ever where the floor is high

And I will be fine

Everything unimportant will pass

Until then, I let them think what they want

LET IT GO!

Let them think what they want...