Текст песни Спам - Околиці міста

Every maniac has a childhood injury
His hands are prone to murder.
Every official has a wolf in his head
His hands row only to themselves, only to themselves.

The outskirts of the city are always in darkness,
There, people have already forgotten what lanterns are.
And well, the cops, it's just on hand
It's just on hand and only in your pocket.

When going outside, don't forget your passport
So that people know whose body they will find.
Current prices for food and beverages
Beat in the dark streets.

Money and salaries disappear with a bang
Half of the proceeds go to garbage.
The state apparatus is firmly seized
There is a father, son, godfather, matchmaker and brother.

They clean everyone they don't need
And tomorrow they will say: "No one is to blame!"
And again to official encroachments
No questions, no questions!