I must go on standing

You can't break that which isn't yours

I, oh, must go on standing

I'm not my own, it's not my choice

[Chorus:]

Be afraid of the lame

They'll inherit your legs

Be afraid of the old

They'll inherit your souls

Be afraid of the cold

They'll inherit your blood

Apres moi, le deluge

After me comes the flood

I must go on standing

You can't break that which isn't yours

I, oh, must go on standing

I'm not my own, it's not my choice

[Chorus x2]

[Repeat]

[Chorus]

I must go on standing

You can't break that which isn't yours

I, oh, must go on standing

I'm not my own, it's not my choice

[Repeat]

[* Words from a poem by Boris Pasternak. English translation:

February. Get ink, shed tears.

Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,

While torrential slush that roars

Burns in the blackness of the spring.]