My Generation
Soviet Post-Punk, Coldwave, 1980s USSR Underground, Dark Depressive Atmosphere, Lo-Fi Analog Synth, Chorus Effect Guitar, Distorted Heavy Bassline, Minimalist Mechanical Drums, Reverb-Drenched Sound, Gritty Raspy Male Vocals, Hoarse Deep Voice, Monotonous Delivery, Melancholic Russian Rock, Brutalist, Industrial Grey Aesthetic, Cinematic Despair, Noisy, Nostalgic, Dissonant, Gloomy, Mid-tempo
My Generation
Soviet Post-Punk, Coldwave, 1980s USSR Underground, Dark Depressive Atmosphere, Lo-Fi Analog Synth, Chorus Effect Guitar, Distorted Heavy Bassline, Minimalist Mechanical Drums, Reverb-Drenched Sound, Gritty Raspy Male Vocals, Hoarse Deep Voice, Monotonous Delivery, Melancholic Russian Rock, Brutalist, Industrial Grey Aesthetic, Cinematic Despair, Noisy, Nostalgic, Dissonant, Gloomy, Mid-tempo
Lyrics
But the light of a departed star is still light.
It’s so hard for you to believe your path is from this wall to that wall.
Answer me: do you understand me or not?Unfortunately, I am weak, as weak as the witness to the events on Bald Mountain,
I can foresee, but I cannot predict.
But if you suddenly see my eyes in your window,
Know this: I have come to keep you from sleep
For it is my generation that keeps silent in the corners,
My generation does not dare to sing,
My generation feels the pain,
But submits itself to the lash again.
My generation is looking down,
My generation is afraid of the day,
My generation cherishes the night,
And eats itself alive in the morning
A blue-green day has risen where the storm passed by,
What a marvelous feast, but we are clearly missing from it.
It’s so hard for you to decide, you're used to weighing the pros and cons,
Understand this I am giving you a chance.
Being alive is my craft.
It’s audacity, but it’s in the blood,
I can read in the clouds the names of those who are able to fly.
If you ever feel the pulse of a great love,
Know this I have come to help you rise
For it is my generation that keeps silent in the corners,
My generation does not dare to sing,
My generation feels the pain,
But submits itself to the lash again.
My generation is looking down,
My generation is afraid of the day,
My generation cherishes the night,
And eats itself alive in the morning
Hey,
Generation, answer me...
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me... I am here...
Hey,
Generation, answer me...
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me... I am here...
[End]