In good weather and in bad weather
It is as if covered by a cloud
Like a treasure buried under a tree
But look around, children of the internet
It is not somewhere in a foreign network
Your illusions are like this ghetto
Like your forums - prisons without light
Happiness!
Happiness!
Happiness comes to our world
Like conquered Rome
rose from the ground like a vampire
So we will rise again
We... But who are we, actually?
Do you have children? Isn't that silly?
It is believed that we must be ready for the end of the world
A savior will come, supposedly, but there is no answer yet
Why strain your brains aimlessly?
After all, it looks at least foolish
feel our strength at last
progress will come, as it once did
Happiness!
Happiness!
Happiness comes to our world
Like conquered Rome
rose from the ground like a vampire
So we will rise again