Uno, Dos Ultraviolento

One, two ultraviolent.
One, two ultraviolent.
One, two ultraviolent.
One, two ultraviolent.

Several debauched walk around
move their scharros with frenzy
the leather boys want to have fun
with my droogs we will attack.

And now what's going on, huh?
And now what's going on, huh?
And now what's going on, happening:
One, two ultraviolent.

Without militsos on the corner it's easier for me
the drencrom in the golová makes me decide
the one with the most bolches I want for myself
red cravat between their laps we will make them come out.

And now what's going on, huh?
They want to transform us, they won't achieve it
they won't achieve it. No, they won't achieve it.
No, no