O.S.T.R.
Nikt Nam Nie Obiecywał (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)
[Verse 1]
After all, no one promised us it would be easy
Instead of a bed, four walls, only air and cardboard
Show happiness to these facts
Nobody will tell you where the value is in this madness
My father fell asleep over the glass, but the mother didn't care
And that's how life goes between silence and fuck
For her, it is a last resort, to death
Just a heart that wants to hear "You got me mom!"
We are the same, God
Self-righteous egoists burned up like fire
What was frightening is fun like a funfair
And so for the dumbass it is a question of courage in these times
A week ago my friend wanted to kill himself
Lord, bless his soul among greedy cemeteries
We allow our habits especially
This is how alcohol and car keys kill us
God, let me grow old, thoughts fly upward
Even if I end up pushing a waste paper cart
Sometimes people regret their actions, for sure
But that we absolve motherfuckers with reflection?

[Chorus / Cuts x2]
Life is ruthless, it takes no pity on anyone
Cards on the table, all on one card
Life is ruthless, it takes no pity on anyone
A deadly serious game ... Evviva l'arte!
[Verse 2]
Well, nobody promised us it would be easy
Where is this world that valued the heart, loyalty?
It is impossible to embrace this with sentiment
They will keep proving to you that you are for sale here
How many times have we heard that they doubt
In our knowledge, intellect, hiding the truth with anger
Do not let your emotions live because people are seeing pain
Instead of a helping hand, they'll just kill you again
And go fuck yourself with such a death
I believe in the day when the losers win
End of hell crossing
Eyes stinging, it's the imprint of travel
But who told us such a hell?
You tell me come once
Why do people value people through fear?
They teach us to lie, spit, disgrace us, humiliate us
Steal, rattle, fight, kill
Life goes by too fast to have enemies
A Kalashnikov dealer makes a deal faster than a bargain
As long as there's a good reason for the crime, let go
He wants to be free always, not only in irony

[Chorus / Cuts x2]
Life is ruthless, it takes no pity on anyone
Cards on the table, all on one card
Life is ruthless, it takes no pity on anyone
A deadly serious game ... Evviva l'arte!