A. Makarevich, Let this World...

 The youngster"s sea is woken by the super bass strings,
 I am not young but also raised,
 They strongly rage at "rave" and rub the face with some stinks,
 They differ much from us being chased.
 I would not like to poke my nose in somebody"s steak,
 I know all this life off the trim,
 
           Ref.: Don"t let this world attacking you against your back
                And one day sure you will bend him.
 
 My friend was worthy two, he didn"t like thinking twice
 And each day was like his final day,
 He tried the world"s solidity in full every trice,
 The world threw him off from his way.
 And now he is sleeping having broken his neck,
 He conquested the peak of his dream,

 Another kept to channels catching good fortune"s cup
 Away from unapproachable banks,
 He was like all and swam like all and here he swam up,
 No enemies, no friends and no pangs.
 His life to-day is looking like a fruit jelly pack
 And to the goal needless to swim,