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Along the dark streets and old houses
Walked column of collecting boys
Trample the road, tired legs,
Passing through the whole mass between the yards
Cigarettes flickering between sather
Nerves handed out as if forgotten
Walking forward What entails them there?
Full failure? Or the highest honor?
Who will remain in force to continue this fight
Who will become a jackal and who will be the hero
Stay with me spoke to my girlfriends
But revenge boiled your hands
Adding a step almost already fled
Somewhere in the dark face flashed
The walls are approaching the crowds throw the crowd
Let's see a batan in battle

Along the dark streets and old houses
Walked column of collecting boys

In addition!

Along the dark streets and old houses
Walked column of collecting boys

Courage in the heart squeezes her chest
Someone shouted do not try to drown
Under the weight of shots flying like arrows
Still to the end are not caring from this faith
Nerves swear like a thin line
Exhaled by the capture of persons sharply!
Someone's girlfriends will not see love
Screams from pain to peel somewhere blood
Migal Sirena shouted stand!
Because of these cops did not have time to chase them
Broken Hands Heavy Did
Night worked red flash!
Someone returned and someone took
Someone with a friend and someone has been knocked out
Crowd ...
Learning native leaked her tear
Head closed eyes

Along the dark streets (x2)
And old houses
Walked column
Collected boys