European city and it is almost dark
Again I can hear “BLAKA, BLAKA” coming with the dying sunlight
Those kinds of streets don’t belong here in Europe
Yes, you are quite right
And those kinds of nights don’t belong here
Again, you are totally right
It looks like both of them are taken out from favelas, on the other side
Don’t get me wrong, these kinds of talks are not my drive
But if you want to live here you will have to know how to move through these streets
But don’t be deceived
You are not moving through the streets
You are moving through the ring
Listen now, did you hear that?
Did you hear the howls of the wolves that are coming to you with the air?
But I don’t think that you can avoid getting some scars and some stitches on your head
These streets are really “speedy” – like super fast
No, they are definitely not a place where daddy’s sons want to be
Because these streets are full of traps
And they just love to devour everybody that might misstep
