Afro Kolektyw - Wiąże sobie krawat

On the field of abilities
I've grown only a weed
In the mirror, I see the face
of a pitiable poultry among foxes
Although I have elbows, they're too soft
And I've got too long of a loss list
I've got pushed out of the queue
A whip was whistled in front of me
One day, I will reach for impeccably dirty means
As to not hit the bottom
It comes to my mind to lie through my teeth
in my credo
To have a strict court against complaints
To raise strength to the rank of arts

Because, the inseparable part of life is fear and pain
And I want to emphasize that by banging my mug on the table
Fame and glory to us, and pity to the losers
Because the loser always has only himself to blame

Himself to blame x3

And I think that's enough
Because it's still hard to sleep
In the mirror, I see the face
of a sorrowful torturer
Although my worth has increased
and I understood the rules of the game
The wet eyes of the victims poison my dreams
I solemnly swear to break the whip
Mend all the harm
and let myself get eaten
It comes to my mind
now that they are kicking me again
That the God separated people
into slayers and accountants

Glory and fame, and I'm tying my tie

The inseparable part of life is fear and pain
And I want to emphasize that by banging my head on the table
To continue, this valuable thought
The one who can't do anything, will get nothing
So begone fluff and plush
Long live the chrome and steel
And the loser always has only himself to blame
Fame and glory and pity to the losers
Because and the loser always has only himself to blame

Blame

So begone fluff and plush
Long live the chrome and steel!

So begone fluff and plush
Long live the chrome and steel
And the loser always has only himself to blame

So begone fluff and plush
Long live the chrome and steel
And the loser always has only himself to blame

So begone fluff and plush
Long live the chrome and steel x 7