Текст песни The Poseurs - Песня Не Про Ментов

The song is not about cops

Frequent meetings with you everywhere,
I catch myself I look at your concrete,
I do not understand what happened to you,
If you've chosen a gray form.
You're always right, no one dares to argue,
You - a dull amoeba in arms.
Feel the power, but if someone is against,
That will be on the teeth knocked out.

Cover bastards with big money,
Sell ​​crap and robbing people
Beat to death do not agree with you,
Thank you for protection, pigs! Hey!

If you are a bastard in the form
Your death - this is the best gift,
If he could see himself from the outside,
That would have understood how, bitch, you're pathetic.

You never hear about it,
No one will tell you the news.
Suppression of freedom - it is their creed,
Lawful killing - it is their flag.