Kdysi dávno moje první setkání s textama jinýho ražení než "rock, rock, rock'n'roll, oh baby".
Of course I'm still mad at the world
How could I not be
There's still way many things wrong
That I just could let it be
If not for yourself, strive for the generations ahead
while there's still some hope left
The anger running in my veins
Fuels the fire inside
The passion to see things change
Fuels this burning fight
Of course there's always desperate times
when there's hardly any light
Still, when there's strength left to fight
There's no end in sight
If not for yourself, strive for the generations ahead
While there's still some hope left
The anger running in my veins
Fuels the fire inside
The passion to see things change
Fuels this burning fight.
You can not turn off
the fire inside
Never could give up
this burning fight
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