The air is released virus
Your window is open throughout,
breathing hate and anger are not immune ..

Because everyone thinks you as you use
but you do not know that all the same!
Any bad with bad returns

and all good people suffer from malice of wicked man ..
So you live to die of trouble ..


And want to be loved and looking for love
closest person to you valuing,
written by muchno feeling ..

crew-th here in the cycle,
Hell!
We placed in a place where they do not know for quite

where the $#&@ are no longer respected elder,
and has cost dearly cost ya ..
So cut the locks at night

and choose their own routes when no signpost to life twisted
crowd behind you persecute
the left and right wound someone yelling stuff and come .. Try!

street right blind
each face awaits you and such places
You're dzhanak and bullies,

You're a gambler and Seljak ...
and when no other choice ..
in force the will?

The streets are dark and heavy
people on them in a pocket thin,
mestenki when you wear a pocket screwdriver and pliers ..

Sing songs with someone lame
first Ruka info that make cash from lepiruka in a closed shop,
in an empty house!

That you stole ..
So when you can not survive here ..
face of a cop makes you spit.

The reason they hate cop,
is written for each sentence
a family quarrel that caused grief

my home!
All I have left!
Only the first lineup of my people,

ostalo are garbage that wants to never see success
how to troubled rare appreciate the honest labor,
the book writing life facing sheet is another!

And seek justice in hell,
require time to let advanced step
the hot ground with a heavy burden

This place does not have a purpose
And you've created will die someday,
Fight for your earth's crust,

no one here is not good ..
This is not a nightmare ..
This is reality ...

To know who grew up here, here dzidal character
together are to twenty, after everyone goes in different direction
each other unpaid still pending

changing around here is not like it once was!
Outside every barefoot and naked, carrying a knife you zbrca
in case of rush to prokrvarish the larynx,

around here is such an ugly ...
Fear is a great night after midnight
Lord Street where the drug is boss ...

here in smog smells bad
I need a vacation ... I need a vacation .