Текст песни PSAR - смерть на обочине

not at home
no hearth
street dirt
the only friend

surrounded by enemies
eager to kill
lapping from puddles
hunger and tears

hope
that you will not become prey
and do not accept death
from children's hands

death on a roadside
and no one will notice
no one will see
nothing

death on a roadside
and no one will know
no one will see
that there was life