"Age Of Aggression" गीत

Tormentor - Age of aggression
I go into the city and want to have a pint.
On my way all I see is misery.
Now I'm sitting here drinking more and more,

Complaining about the world: everything sucks!
Finally the high spirits of the others
Take possession of me ... many hours pass.
I am leaving unsuspecting with drunkenness
And a false feeling of happiness

But en route I face a troop of brainless zombies of our society,
Heading towards me 'cause they haven't anything to do.

They have slammed more than enough
And they think they could do what they want to do.
But today they ran into the wrong man,
My mood changes abruptly again

I am foaming with rage
A sentence, a punch and I fight
A futile combat like otherwise in Life...

Sanity is the final reason for my escape.
This time it turns out all right
But what about next time?
It's a battle, which you cannot evade.

Most people close their eyes
In front of what happens.
Everyone screams for "moral courage",
But nobody keeps one's word...

Wherever I look, wherever I go, all I see is rednecks.
The TV is full, the streets are full, and what do you think about that?
Is there anyone sensible in this world?
In which time do we live?

All are sluggish, just motivated by aggression.
They descend to the swamp of criminality
'Coz they couldn't do anything else.
No values are imparted;
Only hate and hopelessness are shown to them.

What would you have done?
It's easy to get excited and complain about others.
But you have to try to understand them,
To know their background, because then you can see
Whether they're guilty or not

On the streets you can hear young people scream.
You can see how they run,
But I won't let them hunt me
Whether I'm inferior,it's a chivvy through life...
For my matter I stand and I won't let me twist...