Agyarország [Én vagyok a törvény] [English translation]

Land cruisers on the roads, Ukrainian executors

30-40 millions and a few armed gorillas

But who is searching in the dust-bin that thinks the Hollywood Boulevard

Would be the third stock four, from where you depart by the elevator in the morning

Look around in the city, when a few industry tycoons are pooping

Everyone is frightened, ’cause they bought all off

Ads from west, but the song is Hungarian, TV watcher idiots

Who believe all, Jesus could be black and Elvis is alive

In the evening in a hotel room he is waited by the most expensive hooker of the neighborhood

Champagne and caviar, everyone gets what they deserve

I’m living in that age when the body counts not the spirit

Nothing is given for free and in what the fuck to believe who has nothing?

Where the wheel there is the gas and clutch, gear-lever, don’t bluster

If I were satisfied, perhaps I would not be burned alive

Maybe it’s exaggeration, but there are no more tricks

There will be no mercy, give my sword here

I’m the weapon, in the barrel I’m the bullet

I’m the animal, the human, I’m the law

I’m the weapon, in the barrel I’m the bullet

I’m the animal, the human, I’m the law

Everyone does anything for money, so it’s better if you save some cash

The policemen are here in vain, there will be no order here

Neither the FBI, nor NASA, nor the shopping mall or God’s house

Will not be a shelter if the bullet is marked for you

Filth is flowing from the radio, there is no fucking place to go

Each day is the same song, you can not do anything with yourself

Life is a dream, wake up when the morning comes

I will hold the flag, give my sword here

I’m the weapon, in the barrel I’m the bullet

I’m the animal, the human, I’m the law

I’m the weapon, in the barrel I’m the bullet

I’m the animal, the human, I’m the law