Plamenev - Being shoot out from the teeth...

The revolution’s like a spark from a flaming torch; Scum in stealth take all their wealth and quickly go abroad. Many rebels lose their blood in this gory purge; Hey, kid, what’s your business here? So you can draw your lot; Now you go, now you go, now you, now you, now you go... Chorus: Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth; Filling the strong box of the rich with your bones; Being a new promotion for an army big cheese; Rotting quietly in a ditch with no stone. Or it could be like: Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth; Being a number in the execution list; Being a stupid fool in your grandsons’ memory; Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.