Текст песни T.B. Eighteen - Голос окраин

Our voice is the voice of the frozen outskirts
Our music is heard the rhythm of big cities
Territory boya- scenery sleeping areas
Everyday war in the background of gray houses

Heavy music heavy time
Dark streets steady march
Life continued resistance
Tomorrow promises revenge

Chorus:
We have come to say that we are
And no matter what happens, we will stay here
Our voice will be heard again and again
After all, for those who tend to remain the last word

Evil time - evil people
Freedom and life price of new ideas
About the one who could not stand the press yesterday
You know from the news tomorrow

Dirty pace corrupt time
Not only released to those who deserve
Streets explodes farewell salute
Let the city hears go heroes