They want an easy life,
For money they can ruin lives.
Their greed,
Drove them into foolish deeds.
They were good kids,
Raised by loving parents.
We grew up side by side,
But now we’ve got nothing to confide.
We were more than friends,
We shared both lows and highs.
Our laughter filled the skies,
Living each day like it was our end.
But then something dark crept into view,
We stopped sharing dreams of what we hope to do.
They threw away their values,
And joined the rebels’ avenues.
Fake generation.
We prayed they’d keep their foundation,
But that was just imagination.
The truth is, once they join rebellion,
There’s little chance for restoration.
Though maybe… there’s chance for reconciliation.
I thought maybe the memories of our youth
Would make them shield us with the truth,
But now I see it is hard to trust
Those who once walked with us.
Utotoni tuliishi duniani kama minguni,
Tulikomaa sote pamoja vizuri.
Ila tangu mujiunge na wahuni,
Mumepoteza hata utamaduni.
Mwanzoni mulisema nyinyi ni wakombozi,
Ila kwasasa, nyuso zetu zimejaa machozi.
Pole zao hazitoshi, muamivu haya ni makali.
Do you still deserve our trust?
The only bit gave, abused and crushed.
Nos cœurs saignent plus que jamais.
On vous croyait, maintenant on pleure en silence,
Trahit par le frère qu’on appelait « confiance »
They were your friends,
You shared your days,
But still they turned away and came your way.
Their voices in your yard once brought hope and cheer,
Guessing what gifts, they’d bring near.
But that night, they reeked of death,
With empty anger, and poisoned breath.
You couldn’t believe it, but it was true.
Once it was whispers,
Now it’s betrayal.
Your money might save you,
Or you will leave a widow and kids in the blue.
Fake generation.
For wealth, they stage fake accusations,
With no regret for their executions.
A fake generation,
So fragile in any storm’s vibration.
Na leo tunabeba huzuni yao kama mzigo wetu.
Et malgré tout, nos amés recherchent encore la paix.
