îò àëáóìà "The world is yours"
Motor Head 2010
Âúñ ñêó÷íè âðåìåíà æèâÿõìå
ñ íàäåæäàòà äà ñòàíåìå íà ïðàõ.
Çà âñÿêà óòàéêà áåçæàëîñòíè áÿõìå,
íî áÿõìå òîâà, êîåòî ïðèÿòåëþ áÿõìå.
È òúðïåëèâèÿ ùå áúäå âúçíàãðàäåí.
Äàëè òîâà ùå äîæèâååì íÿêîé äåí?
Íèå ñìå ìàëöèíàòà èçáðàíè,
íèå ñìå îáëéäåíàòà øàéêà.
Íèå ñìå òîâà, êîåòî áÿõìå
çàãóáèëè ñè âðåìåòî áåç ìÿðêà.
Íå çíàåìå êîãà äà ñïðåì
íå çíàåìå êúäå äà ïëþåì,
íî âñè÷êîòî òîâà ãî ïðåæèâÿõìå,
íàçàä âúâ âðåìåòî çà áëÿí...
è îðèãèíàëúò:
We live on borrowed time, hope turned to dust,
Nothing is forgiven we fight for every crust.
The way we are is not the way we used to be my friend,
All things come to he who waits, the waiting never ends.
We are the chosen few; we are the frozen crew,
We don`t know what to do, just wasting time.
We don`t know when to quit, we don`t have room to spit,
But we`ll get over it, get back in line...
Motor Head ñà îòêðèòèå çà ìåí, à àëáóìà èì The world is yours îò 2010 å ñî÷åí çà íàé-äîáðàòà ïðîäóêöèÿ îò Ëåìè Êèëìèñòúð è êîìïàíèÿ.