8 lat w Tybecie - Wszystkie kolory lata

Stop, stop - put your hands up
I'll show you the highest personal culture
Won, acquired from birth
As the twig is bent through generations

I have unwritten law
That was given to my mother ages ago
Holy obligation supported by experience
Now apologize and beg for forgiveness

Stop, stop - stop holding a grudge
These aren't signs, they're prison tattoos
You can't do anything anymore, the machine already started
Now apologize and stop licking your lips

Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman
Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman
Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman
Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman

Stop, stop - don't let yourself go crazy
This isn't salvation, it's an infectious disease
Therefore, for the common wellbeing
You get a chance to stand out from the crowd

How many times have you saved the world?
Rest for a while, let the promilles come down
And what now? Do you feel at least a bit stupid?
Now apologize that you give for free

Stop, stop - reject illusions
This isn't a harbor, it's a deadly carousel
The wheel is spinning, one, two, three and four
Now apologize that you won't have a career
Apologize that you won't have a career
Apologize that you won't have a career
Apologize that you won't have a career
Apologize that you won't have a career

Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman
Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman

Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman
Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman
Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman
Flowers, flowers, all colors of summer
Surroundings perfect for a madman