Pop music crushes our souls,

It can’t be brought to justice.

|A generations grew on fouls,

 You can’t trust this ...

Oh, sunny forest, oh, miracle song!

 We were singing in captivity, boys!

Soon freedom has come along,

 With squeaky and vulgar voice.

Words mean nothing,

 The wails of only sounds.

That one is famous who’s with pounds.

The one who goes out...

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