Our young ones have such tight skin
Our young ones look classy in the street
Little collars turned up
Kittens and tomcats
Arm in arm and finger raised
Our young ones
Ideal of beauty and thought our young ones
Freshness, ardor and vitality of our young ones
What would we want to become?
How do we see the future?
The essential thing is to hold on, hold on
Younger

The grandmother's facelift doesn't hold
The years fall to the ground as you see
We want to be like Claudia
The starlets in the cinema
Time won't get you
You will know how to stay young

Because we give them reason, the young ones
In the service of the fools, the consumption of the young ones
For our coming years
We will have to control well
The wallet and the ideas of our young ones
Because we can clench our fists, the young ones
It seems that the future belongs to us, the young ones
Prepare for the fight
We have to face the facts
Stop taking us for fools
We're going to start a revolution

Stop taking yourselves for fools.

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