PC Park - Klatka

What’s your principle? Simple – to fight and win.
You have pride in your heart because you want to fight and win.
You know the streets well, because you are good on the mat.
In life, you face challenges head-on.
When a challenge raises the bar on you,
You stand face to face with it once again.
You also have a long experience in brawls.
But you’re not sure if it will be a victory.
One thing is certain, a loss will be a punisher.

Move and think,
Win and lose,
If you can fight,
Quick Boss in close combat,
Go lower to the ground,
Strongly and energetically,
With rules and technical skills,
In your own style.
That’s mastery.
Want to challenge? Show me love,
Brother, Sister,
As I have to fight life every day.
I constantly learn how to survive another round,
Because I want to learn!
Life is life,
Sometimes in freedom, sometimes in a cage,
There are rules in every fight:
Fast punches, pressure, throws.
If you miss, you lose points.
Don’t tap on the mat, any many we stay on the topic.
In the last round, just before the gong,
Just before the time,
With the remains of breath, I move forward firmly,
Hidden behind my guard,
Hidden behind my guard.

Chorus: Sometimes in freedom, sometimes in a cage,
Fight, fight, fight, you fight, I fight (I fight).
Sometimes in freedom, sometimes in a cage,
Fight, fight, fight, you fight, I fight (I fight).
(Sometimes in freedom, sometimes in a cage.)

Eye W.R.E.
This music gives new perspectives,
No one finds the truth,
Now as it was before.

From the movie screen, full analysis follows,
Aggressive sport, you take on your own fight.
Remember, you follow your own path,
With full dedication and hardcore.
Oh God, no one can back out.
This pain gives me humility,
Adrenaline does its job,
I still stand.
Around me, W.R.E. - nasty bastards,
All professional.

No one hides it.
From battles, aged faces
Street moments,
I’ll say just this much,
Because it doesn’t matter who and how much,
Respect for every fighter,
Who takes on the fight (yes).

You transfer street character to the mat,
Stress is not a good friend,
Listen to my eye in the second part,
Though the heart beats faster than fists,
Control stress, it can retaliate,
Adrenaline gives certainty,
You will manage for sure,
It’s like a game of honor,
You pay dearly for it,
With health and respect,
You have support from the close ones,
Even if at the start,
You trip up.
Sometimes a street fight,
Sometimes a fight with words.
With healthy support,
A warrior’s soul,
So you move forward for your own,
Often you manage,
Sometimes not (not).
What doesn’t kill me,
Will make me twice as strong.

Chorus: Sometimes in freedom, sometimes in a cage,
Fight, fight, fight, you fight, I fight (I fight).
Sometimes in freedom, sometimes in a cage,
Fight, fight, fight, you fight, I fight (I fight).
Sometimes in freedom, sometimes in a cage,
Fight, fight, fight, you fight, I fight (I fight).
Sometimes in freedom, sometimes in a cage,
Fight, fight, fight, you fight, I fight (I fight).
(Sometimes in freedom, sometimes in a cage.)