The bandits, the murderers
Our politicians
The rapists, the armed madmen
Are on the loose
It's a premonition
We're going to eat her with her teeth
They're going to make necklaces
We're going to finish a museum
With embroidered on a beautiful velvet veil;
Wrong path
The crossers from all over the world
And their deputies
The contaminated wankers
Are free
Long live the blood, raise your hands
Close your eyes It's going well
It made more sausage
And it pays the police well
The firecracker is loaded
Everyone understood the descent
The cash needs to come in
The bandits, the murderers
Our politicians
The rapists, the armed madmen
Are on the loose