Wilczy Pająk - Thrashers

Gray street, sidewalk, stench of gates
These are places you know well.
You have to live here, you've lost your home,
You were different than your brother.

You are bad, you have no chance to live among virtuous people.
Spit on them with all your might. Falsehood and lies – that's what they hold.
You bothered them by thinking, you bothered them.

In torn jeans instead of beautiful clothes
You have to fight for your existence.
Don't let your personality be crushed,
Even if you continue to live in poverty.

You are bad, you have no chance to live among virtuous people.
Spit on them with all your might. Falsehood and lies – that's what they hold.
You bothered them by thinking, you bothered them.

We are a pack of wild dogs.
No one will lend us a hand.
It's forbidden to even listen to us,
Because it's hatred, evil, and filth.

You are bad, you have no chance to live among virtuous people.
Spit on them with all your might. Falsehood and lies – that's what they hold.
You bothered them by thinking, you bothered them.

Thrashers! Thrashers! Thrashers! Thrashers!