Give us a break, a berak
Get out of our lives
It is not walkable in your streets
Tell me, who is in your traps
Stomps in your awful bars
Who is miserable. Hugry around you
Oh my dear mother
Children wihout mother and father
In this cold, sleep on the Street
Let them gloat, couse woman to dance
That big boys
Damn ignorance
Get out, leave us
Dead beat in your mornings
Some of them get poisoned in their stomach
Everyone gets away with something
Yesterday was like that, and tomorrow will be.