Текст песни Youthtopia (Allone) с переводом

I think one of my favorite of all phrases

Is: «ladies and gentleman, children of all ages»

It’s a reminder that number’s just what an age is

And spirit isn’t limited within bodies that contain it

Back in the day, we were manic about skating

Crazed antics, frantic to discover what wonders engaged us

We’ve since turned our back on those days

Panicked, practically so ashamed

Sadly «satisfied» by static lives

Casting aside supposedly «old phases»

We saw it all clearly, loved the image which was painted

The «green horns» are the untainted who aren’t jaded?!

From friendly fresh meat to teens that act up

To stressed sheep since wrestling with rent week distracts us

Going to «meet our ends» to «make ends meet» that’s a fact 'cause

Necessity incessantly asks us to «clean our acts up»

And «act our age» as if a set path is paved?

So we put our masks on, trapped/betrayed act on stage

Afraid, we trade our passion plays for vapid trades

And rapidly cascade this latter-day masquerade

WE CAN’T ESCAPE!

Giving up on what revives us

That is saved for Saturdays!

«too old for that» unless it’s work assignments

Mortgages and tax to pay defines us

Exhausted to be nine to fivers

Benign survivors, beehive providers

Realize there’s a such thing as a «mid-life crisis syndrome»

Since it stings and strikes us

We’ve signed up to an un-fulfilling system

All most of us aim to do is regain our youth

The key aspect of that is to retain what’s you!

Examine the grander canvas

Repaint the hues:

Let’s say life’s a mural you only have ONE palette

Don’t you feel it’s moral to choose the colors dabbed around it?!

I know I’m an idealist, I’ve lived a life of privilege

But I’m realistic. I realize the need to provide for children

Selflessly sacrifice to have a slice of that apple pie

American given standard of living!

Let’s analyze that a minute. Let’s examine THAT…

WHAT living standards do we ACTUALLY have?!

What values do we lose to lure luxuries or fads in ads?

A massive pride, a classic ride, a pair of Nikes a Mac device

Cast aside our plans devised and past to find an advertised

Paradise, that «provides» a mask designed to a mass disguise

Valued by a plastic hype that just might run counter

To our golden gilded goals

As we «adapt» to times that tantalized

To fill our condos with consoles

To calm and console our conned souls

Parents: we’ve gratitude for the path that battered you

To pass us chances to advance but saddened for your passions too!

Backed into a corner broke your backs in two

Contorted to afford and grant us that which you

Hadn’t had but truthfully:

The attuned aptitudes abandoned to do that

Were intuitive attributes of who you ARE

Now we a humbled husk of who you WERE

And ask if that’s what you really had to do?!

The tragic truth is, we rarely want to shadow you and

Live the sacrificially scary example you set

In the shadow cast gloomily then, follow after your footprints

Planted of canceled roots upset, trampled by stress and regret

We mean no disrespect

You played the cards you’re dealt, and really Dad I’m blessed

You drew your hand, you took a gamble sat and bet

Despite that you knew life had clearly stacked the deck

And the house is always ahead, so the head

Of the household’s always in debt

All most of us aim to do is regain our youth

The key aspect of that is to retain what’s you!

Examine the grander canvas

Repaint the hues:

Let’s say life’s a mural you only have ONE palette

Don’t you feel it’s moral to choose the colors dabbed around it?!

I’ve heard it said «youth is wasted on the young»

So you’re saying we’re given useless tools once we’ve begun?

We only know to utilize our youthful lives once an adult is what we’ve become?

As though the trouble with youth is, we’re imbued with blueprints

But fumble befuddled unable to constructively use them?!

If «wisdom comes with old age»

And «ignorance is bliss»

Then YOUTHTOPIA could be defined

By naivety when we were kids

Is knowledge an accomplished advantage?

«the more you think, the less you know» goes the adage

We’ve become backseat drivers that think in abstracts

Experience breeds wisdom, life is an act to be practiced!

Something’s absent, living isn’t achieved through armchair abstractions

Or sterile experiments in labs had or diagrams to be glanced at

«time flies, you’ll see, wait til you’re older»

Like physics insists that life in the cradle was slower?!

Time doesn’t accelerate you’ve just nothing to celebrate

Since you’ve succumbed lamely

To the mundane and unmemorable

When you’re reminiscing

Your notes are non-existent or simply just forgettable

It’s not filling boxes on calendars and collectables

It’s fulfilling thoughts before you fill a box at the end of YOU!

That clock’s detestable gears grind, it really grinds my gears

It’s not the years in your life but the life in your years!

Stop peering at time… spend time with your peers!

We’re a culmination of everything we’ve loathed and loved

Is there really any such thing as «growing up»?!

We’re all of our ages, sewn of what we’ve known and done

So caught up and brought up on labels like old and young

What if the fountain of youth

Was a foundation found within you?

Or a cheat code placebo effect

Effectively born out of a mood?!

All most of us aim to do is regain our youth

The key aspect of that is to retain what’s you!

Examine the grander canvas

Repaint the hues:

Let’s say life’s a mural you only have ONE palette

Don’t you feel it’s moral to choose the colors dabbed around it?!

Choose the colors dabbed around it!