Текст песни Chanda Shankara - Улицы смотрят на тебя

Streets look at you
His cold eyes
Here every man for himself
and death is always close

Animals concrete jungle
Since you lead
You boldly go forward
Looking at the enemy 's face

You're getting close to the target
The hand grip your knife
On the ground collapsed body
 Life 's not worth a penny

Heard sirens
The ambulance arrived and debris
You have created a lot of problems
But you're gone without a trace