One has own fate
One has own sense
Home and dreams, stars and sky
Freedom, aims and death

Tell me why
One needs to die
Before the time of fate
Time to regenerate

I take it all
From powers of the lights
Where all is silent
I'm fed with the energy source

Tell me why
One needs to die
I'm disgusted to see the business
Made on bones and farewell cry

FOLLOW ME
GENERATION ARMY

I AM DISGUSTED

Мне брыдка не бачыць світанняў
I’M DISGUSTED NOT TO SEE THE SUNRISE
Так брыдка ў маіх адчуваннях
IT IS SO DISGUSTING
Брыдка, што кроў у венах стыне
IT IS SO DISGUSTING THAT BLOOD IS FREEZING
Так брыдка, калі б’юць у спіну
IT IS SO DISGUSTING TO BE HIT IN THE BACK