Yuta

I want, I want to be able,
To have the weapons that are in the barracks,
I want to kill you against a wall,
Cut your woman's belly.

I want many bullets in 'the federal',
With a hole in your head we will call you,
The lock in your ass we will fasten
And the cap... the collar cap.

I don't want you to die,
Because we will...
To execute you against a wall when you come to hit
And cry, to cry you will go to the cathedral,
And hurry up because the priests too
We will kill them.

What are you waiting for, what are you waiting for? When will you reason?
The state sells drugs with police custody.

Cop, cop, cop, don't send more nonsense
You are the ass protector of these
Damn sons of bitches.