Текст песни Adidass Machine - Удар

How long do we complain that nothing has changed?
Talk about the stage, waving in the wind her ashes.
To find out on the streets with whom a relationship
With a scratch on the teeth to understand that
You trampled, you smeared, destroyed

Do not go out into the yard, brother, you are waiting for.
Knock, knock - find filth your teeth.
Baton bit, skull, liver and asphalt -
Fee for your outlook.
That's the whole feud.
 The outcome is known, when the one you and meet - a pack of dogs.

How long will we continue mythical war?
To adjust to the right / left those to do with it
The child is clear - there is no place for racism, at least in our universe.
That's just not clear that people are trying every day to prove

To begin Understand yourself, out loud to talk about others.