Текст песни Chanda Shankara - Улицы смотрят на тебя

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

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

You are approaching the target
The hand grip your knife
On the ground collapsed body
 Life here is not worth a penny

Heard sirens
The ambulance arrived and trash
We created a lot of problems to you
But you left without a trace