كلمات Lost Generation

I had always kept my faith Never trusted wicked games All you have is you've created The creation of the God damn times. I live in a damned Lost Generation Damned by those who don't care Children sentenced to be a Lost Generation Sentenced by those who don't have a belief. "Quid mi iqitur suades? Ut vivam Naevius aut sic ut Nomentanus? Pergis pugnatia secum frontibus adversis componere; non ego, avarum cum veto te fieri vappam iubeo ac nebulonem. Est inter Tanian quiddam socermque Viselli est modus in rebus, sunt certi denique fines quos ultra cirtaque nequit consistere rectum." I sit and cry alone Looking in my dark empty room Try to see what's going on By whom my life was doomed. Wait to die That will happen See the light Light of the revival Now you'll come back To the rights life Leaving back With a silent cry.