êîëîíêàõ èãðàåò - pod-Youth of the Nation Íàñòðîåíèå ñåé÷àñ - goodP.O.D. – Youth of the Nation
(èç àëüáîìà Satellite, 2001)
Ìîëî䏿ü íàöèè*
 ïîñëåäíèé äåíü ìîåé ïðåäñòîÿùåé æèçíè,
ß õîòåë ñïðîñèòü ñåáÿ,
Ïî÷åìó íå ïîöåëîâàë ìàìó íà ïðîùàíèå?
ß íå ñêàçàë, ÷òî ëþáèë å¸ è êàê îíà ìíå íóæíà.
ß íå óñïåë, ïîáëàãîäàðèòü åå çà âñå òàéíû,
È çà âñþ ìóäðîñòü, êîòîðîé îíà äåëèëàñü.
ß äåëàë òî, ÷òî è âñåãäà, äàæå íå çàäóìûâàÿñü î ïîñëåäñòâèÿõ.
 îáùåì, âñå òî æå ñàìîå, ÷òî è êàæäûé äåíü ïåðåä òåì, êàê ïîåõàòü â øêîëó.
Íî ìîã ëè ÿ çíàòü, ÷òî íîâûé äåíü íå áóäåò òàêèì, êàê ïðåäûäóùèå?
Âìåñòî ïðèâû÷íîãî ÿ ïîëó÷èë äâà ðàçà â ãðóäü.
Íàçûâàéòå ìåíÿ ñëåïûì, íî ÿ íå âèäåë, êàê ýòî âñå ïðîèçîøëî.
Âñå áåæàëè, è ÿ íå ñëûøàë íè÷åãî, êðîìå âûñòðåëîâ îðóæèÿ.
Ýòî âñå ïðîèñõîäèëî òàê áûñòðî…
ß äåéñòâèòåëüíî íå çíàë òîãî ñòðåëÿâøåãî ïàðíÿ,
Õîòÿ ñèäåë ñ íèì ðÿäîì â êëàññå.
Ìîæåò áûòü, îí íå çíàë ëþáâè?
Èëè âîçìîæíî íà ìîìåíò çàáûë, êåì îí áûë?
Èëè âîçìîæíî îí ïðîñòî õîòåë, ÷òîáû åãî îáíÿëè?
Íî íåçàâèñèìî îò ýòîãî ÿ çíàþ, ÷òî…
Ìû - ìîëî䏿ü íàöèè.
Ìàëûøêà Ñüþççè, åé áûëî âñåãî äâåíàäöàòü.
Îíà âîøëà â ìèð è õîòåëà èñïðîáîâàòü âñå.
Ãóëÿëà ñ ìàëü÷èêàìè, ñëóøàÿ èõ èñòîðèè.
Îíà âåëà ñåáÿ ãîðäî, íî íå óâàæàëà ñåáÿ.
Îíà íàõîäèëà ëþáîâü íå â òåõ ìåñòàõ.
 îáùåì, ïîõîæèå ñèòóàöèè, íî ñ ðàçíûìè ëþäüìè.
Îíà èçìåíèëàñü ïîñëå òîãî, êàê îòåö îñòàâèë åå.
Ïå÷àëüíî, ÷òî îí íèêîãäà íå ãîâîðèë åé,
×òî îíà çàñëóæèâàåò ëó÷øåãî.
Ïàðåíü Äæîííè âåë ñåáÿ, êàê ãëóïåö,
Íàðóøàÿ âñå ïðàâèëà, ÷òîáû âñå ïîäóìàëè, ÷òî îí êðóò.
Íà ñàìîì äåëå îí íèêîãäà íå áûë òàêèì,
À ñòàëêèâàÿñü ñ òðóäíîñòÿìè,
Îí êàæäûé ðàç íà÷èíàë äóìàòü î ñàìîóáèéñòâå.
Òÿæåëî, êîãäà ó òåáÿ íåò äðóçåé…
Îí ïîêîí÷èë ñî ñâîåé æèçíüþ
È åãî íåêîìó âñïîìèíàòü.
Ïåðåñòóïàåøü ÷åðòó è íåò ïóòè íàçàä.
È ñ íîòîé ãîðåñòè ãîâîðèøü ìèðó î ñâîèõ ÷óâñòâàõ…
Ìû - ìîëî䏿ü íàöèè.
Êòî âèíîâàò â òîì, ÷òî â òåõ æèçíÿõ ïðîèçîøëè âñå ýòè òðàãåäèè?
×òî áû òû íå ãîâîðèë, ýòî íå ðàçâååò áîëü.
ß ÷óâñòâóþ âíóòðè ñåáÿ, ÷òî ÿ óñòàë îò âñåé òîé ëæè.
Íèêòî íå çíàåò, ïî÷åìó ñëåïîé âåäåò ñëåïîãî.
ß ïðåäïîëàãàþ, ÷òî èìåííî ýòèì ïóòåì è èäåò õîä èñòîðèè.
Ïîÿâèòñÿ ëè êîãäà-íèáóäü â ýòîì ñìûñë?
Êòî çíàåò?
 æèçíè äîëæíî áûòü ÷òî-òî áîëüøå.
È ÿ çíàþ, ÷òî åñòü.
Ìû – ìîëîäåæü íàöèè.
Youth of the Nation**
Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her, how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine before I skate off to school
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test I took two to the chest
Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running, but I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I didn't really know this kid though I sit by him in class
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment he forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was, I know it's because
We are, We are, (we are) the Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, (we are) Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, (we are) the Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, (we are) Youth of the Nation
Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world with every chance to excel
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud, but no respect for herself
She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations, Just different faces
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her she deserved much better
Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules so you would think he was cool
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried, Often thought of suicide
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end, They might remember him then
You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt with the sound of a gat
We are, We are, (we are) the Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, (we are) Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, (we are) the Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, (we are) Youth of the Nation
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say It don't take away the pain
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why, It's the blind leading the blind
I guess that's the way that the story goes
Will it ever make sense? Somebody's got to know
There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything I thought exists
We are, We are, the Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, (we are, we are) the Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, (we are, we are) Youth of the Nation
We are, We are, (we are, we are) the Youth of the Nation (the Youth of the Nation)
We are, We are, (we are, we are) Youth of the Nation (Youth of the Nation)
We are, We are, (we are, we are) the Youth of the Nation (the Youth of the Nation)
We are, We are, (we are, we are) Youth of the Nation (Youth of the Nation)
We are, the Youth of the Nation
We are, Youth of the Nation
We are, the Youth of the Nation
We are.
* - ïåðåâîä ïåñíè íå äîñëîâíûé, à ïî îáùåìó ñìûñëó.
** - ãëàâíûé ñèíãë P.O.D. Çà òåêñò ê ïåñíå Ñîíè Ñàíäîâàë ïîïàë â “Çàë ñëàâû ðîê-í-ðîëëà” â êîìíàòó ïîýòîâ, è åãî âîñêîâàÿ ôèãóðêà íàõîäèòñÿ ðÿäîì ñ Äæèìîì Ìîððèñîíîì (THE DOORS) è Áîáîì Äèëàíîì. Àëüáîì Satellite ðàçîøåëñÿ ïî ìèðó òèðàæîì â áîëåå ÷åì 7 ìèëëèîíîâ êîïèé, ñòàâ ñàìûì ïðîäàâàåìûì õðèñòèàíñêèì ðîê-àëüáîìîì â èñòîðèè!