До Андрія Прилуцького

By Бонапартист Нуартьє

Written 2019-07-15

They tell us that we are to fail 

And perish, so no one will know. 

They say guys like we deserve jail

Because we do not want to bow. 

They're wrong, 

They're wrong, 

They're wrong, 

I know, my friend, that they're wrong. 

They're wrong,

They're wrong. 


They say that the future's coming

And they should do nothing but wait. 

They never saw mothers crying, 

But 'war can't be put on a plate'. 

They're wrong, 

They're wrong, 

They're wrong, 

I know, my friend, that they're wrong. 

They're wrong,

They're wrong. 


They tell us resistance ended

And they've won like they always did. 

They think our souls will be blended 

And turned into zombies in greed. 

They're wrong,

They're wrong,

They're wrong,

I know, my friend, that they're wrong.

They're wrong,

They're wrong.