Dżem - W imię ojca

Every morning
With a bottle of milk
Someone steals
My peace of day.
It's foolish for me,
Foolish for me...
But I rehearse,
Still rehearse...

Either they,
Or they,
Or me.

And every evening
In television
I see how world
Is chasing its own tail.
I close my eyers
And I'm thinking
Who is guilty here,
Who is guilty...

We or they,
We or they,
Aaaaaaaaa....

I'm more and more often forgetting,
Who's in the name of father
Who's in the name of son.
And where is the end
Where is beginning
My death.
Your fault.
Your death.
My fault.
Someone's death
Somenoe's falt
In the name of father
In the name of son...