Fires, craziness, hubbub in the city centers
Violence is the turbulent symphony of the innocent
Rainy days, days of blood on the ground
Reveal children carrying weapons
Prostitution…
(is) the way…
The city is a field of perversion
The city has smoke
The city is a gray rock!
The migrants’ shelter is a bridge of prostitution
Money changing, traffic and extortion
Cold nights, nights of blood on the ground
Reveal old people full of ulcers
Prostitution…
(is) the way…
The city is a field of perversion
The city has smoke
The city is a gray rock!