Dżem - Buty, pięści, pas

In the maze of streets found you,
About I know how scared.
How do you run away - I do not know, this nightmarish day
As the ice on your face.

So your father drunk hurled curses hail
When kicking meted the penalty for your sin.
Boots, fists, belt,
Boots, fists, belt,
"Little bitch, just shut up about it, what did you daddy!"

In the maze of streets ...

So your father ...