Someday the world will bend around us

(перевод Владимира Коростышевского)

New generation's playing games I don't understand
I feel like I'm three hundred years old
New wave of sound's rising up so hard to withstand
It's coming on aggressive and bold

But who am I to judge them now and really what for?
I think I've seen it all in the past
There is no point adjusting to this volatile world
Instead we let it bend around us

I've had a friend who used to think he's larger than life
He lived like every day was the last
He never ever thought about taking a dive
This world has turned his dreams into dust

So now he rests in peace soon be forgotten by all
His fame and memories fading fast
There is no point adjusting to this volatile world
Instead we let it bend around us

Another one I knew would always go along
He never tried to ring any bells
He kept away from places where the current was strong
He lived his life like everyone else

I know that I can't live like this 'cause I would be bored
Not much excitement - only the fuss
There is no point adjusting to this volatile world
Instead we let it bend around us

So even though it seems my clothes tend to get old
And my guitar is starting to rust
There is no point adjusting to this volatile world
Instead we let it bend around us
Someday the world will bend around us
I know the world will bend around us

Let The World Yield Under Our Hands.

(transl. by Tanya J. Wolfson)

The sea of kids is rippling under shockwaves of sound.
I feel like I'm a blast from the past.
Their party treats at raves include the latest compounds,
They aren't like us in the least.

I wouldn't crash the playground of the hip boys and girls,
Some facts of life I do understand -
No sense in yielding to the hands of this shifting world,
Let the world yield under our hands.
Someday the world will yield to our hands.

A friend of mine was brave and brash, he charged straight ahead,
Each day was like his very last one.
He threw himself against the world in all that he did: 
He shattered and the world went right on.

Forgotten idol, rest in peace, you had your reward -
You tasted glory making your stand.
No sense in yielding to the hands of this shifting world,
Let the world yield under our hands.
Someday the world will yield to our hands.

Another played it safe, remained a drone in a hive,
Lived only by the rule "when in Rome".
For years the currents carried him, and then he arrived:
No enemies, no friends and no home.

His life is bland like baby food: pureed tepid whorls.
How sad to spend one's years to no end.
No sense in yielding to the hands of this shifting world,
Let the world yield under our hands.
Someday the world will yield to our hands.

Who cares if the aging bass begins to sound weird,
Who cares if jeans are not the vogue brand,
No sense in yielding to the hands of this shifting world,
Let the world yield under our hands.
Someday the world will yield to our hands.